[Policemen:]
We're stiff and stolid,
Large and solid,
Representatives of the law,
Men of metal without a flaw
Filling criminal hearts with awe.
[Meebles:]
(I'm afraid we're goin' to have
a bit of trouble.)
[Policemen:]
No desperado
Shows bravado
When we follow upon his track,
For we've rather a nasty knack
Of catching and collaring,
And it ain't no use ahollering,
[Meebles:]
(Somehow I could never really trust a bobby;
I don't like their boots.)
[Policemen:]
Our bulldog grip we don't release,
All kicks and struggles quickly cease,
We are the guardians of the peace,
The burly Metropolitan Police.
[Eason:]
Stop 'em! stop 'em!
There they go!
[Millicent:]
Oh! they must be killed,
I know!
[Eason:]
Try and catch 'em down below!
[Bagot:]
How dare you, sir!
How dare you, sir!
It's not the lady's fault.
[Eason:]
I call you all to witness
That's a common, rude assault!