Theatrical Muse 274, "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" (Who watches the watchmen?)

Everyone says that they’re watching the watchmen,
I gotta say that ain’t my style at all.
Policemen can sing just like anyone passing,
I tend to listen – that can be a ball.

For instance -

When a policeman’s out engaged in his employment,
(his employment)
And proceeding down the south side of street,
He may gain some quite professional enjoyment,
By checking out the people he may meet.
He may have spent the night before out drinking.
He’s maybe got some lager in a can,
But in my Gigs he’ll sing just what he’s thinking,
In just the way of any other man…
(any man)
When a Gig is on the go and brewing fun,
(brewing fun)
A policeman’s lot can be a tuneful one.

He may sing about a burglar’s white-haired mother,
(white-haired mother)
And how he had to take her off to jail.
He may sing about a sister or a brother,
(Or a brother)
And hope they’ll soon be coming out on bail.
When a burglar’s finished fencing off his takings,
He’ll maybe light a candle at the church,
But the policeman never puts aside his duty,
And may feel virtue’s left him in the lurch,
(in the lurch,)
After years of seeing crime that ain’t no joke,
(ain’t no joke.)
A policeman can lose track of honest folk.
(Honest folk.)

As he walks the beat his eyes may stray a little,
(stray a little)
If he sees a girl he thinks is quite a looker.
But the job can really make his feelings brittle,
If he knows the rap sheet says that she’s a hooker!
There’s the sweet kid who is shoplifting for lipsticks,
The addict who is panting with the pangs,
And if his beat is walking on a Hellmouth,
The girl may have a lovely pair of … fangs!
(Pair of fangs!)

After years of working as a harness bull,
(harness bull.)
A policeman’s job can make him cynical.
(Cynical!)

Muse, “Sweet” the singing demon.
Fandom, BtVS
Words, 326