Cw Mccall Lewis And Clark Lyrics

Lewis And Clark Lyrics

Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock 
Had John Denver on the 8-track, gettin' high 
MaryBeth's wig was on the floor 
An' Arnold's feet was out the door 
When we shined our flashlight in Arnold's startled eyes 
I says "What chew doin' boy? 
Don't chew know that's against the law? 
We just gonna hafta get this situation under control 
Now my name is Fairweather Lewis an' this here's Willard Clark 
We the Pottawattamie County Love Patrol."  
 
Then two hippies in a Chevy's puffin' grass an' sippin' wine 
'Bout fourteen mile south-east a' Council Bluffs 
They's passin' 'round the peace-pipe 
When we caught 'em with our flashlight 
An' Willard's hairy hands applied the cuffs. 
I says, "Boys you got some trouble 
You committin' herb-i-cide. 
We just gonna hafta get this situation under control 
'Cause I'm Fairweather Lewis, an' this here's Willard Clark 
We the Pottawattamie County Weed Patrol."  
 
Then we spied ol' Marvin Kline a-headin' south on twenty-nine 
Like a midnight auto ac-cessory store on wheels 
His trunk was full a' hub caps  
An' his back seat full a' tires 
When we picked him up and made him spread his heels 
I says, "Hands up-on the wall, boy 
You allowed t' make one call 
We just gonna hafta get this situation under control 
Cause, see, I'm Fairweather Lewis, an' this here's Willard Clark 
We the Pottawattamie County Rip-off Patrol."  
 
Then Orval Hinkle left the Go-Go Club on his brand-new motor-sickle 
Runnin' stop-lights, raisin' hell an' causin' accidents 
His brain was doin' wheelies 
An' his blood was three-two beer 
When we nailed him in his driveway at his residence 
I says, "Orval, you're in trouble boy 
But if you'll blow this here balloon up 
We gonna get your situation under control 
Now I'm Captain Fairweather Lewis an' this here's Willard Clark 
We the Pottawattamie County Juice Patrol."  
 
Then we's passin' by the Dew Drop Inn when he heard this woman scream 
So we pulled on in an' parked an' got the guns out 
Well we bashed on through the lobby into unit seventeen 
There's twenty-eight folks in there without no clothes on. 
I says "Everbody up against the wall; show us yer identification.  
We just gonna definitely get this situation under control 
'Cause my name is Fairweather Lewis, an' this here's Willard Clark 
We the Pottawattamie County Sin Patrol."  
 
C'mon, Willard, let's go sneakin' 'round in the dark some more, never know what
yer gonna find.