On patrol looking for punks to snare
Guys in Ranger might just be high
They're smiling like they don't have a care
Driver weaves across yellow line

We'd better stop him 'fore someone gets hurt
(Through lanes he's starting to weave)
Though it's dark not using headlights
(Driving so bad that it truly astounds)
In a daydream does not look aware
(Passenger picks up a vial then he snorts it)
Assholes must be out of their minds
(Better be careful, for back-up I'll call)

Have them pull over, get out of the car
(Keep hands in place, guy, or I will shoot you)
My twelve-gauge I kept be my side
(Gave him this warning, "You'd better sit still")
"You'd best follow orders, telling you man"
(Seems like he might have a gun)
Seems I might just have to use mine

"Hands off the damn seat or I'll fill you with lead"
(Fellow puts hands on medallion)
"I said hey, that's much better, guy"
(Told them all they had better take care)
In back seat they talked, then at me one swore
(Now I think that there might just be some pot there)
All these guys are just too damn high

Said "Get out put your hands in the air
And take care to keep those hands high"
Afraid of me, now they all look scared
Said "Get in, let's go for a ride"