As I was on the highway and the tickets I was faking,
I stopped a long-haul driver and his money I was taking.
I first produced my badge and then I sternly told him, “Sonny,
I don’t have any charge to bring but you’ll forfeit your money.”

Refrain:
Musha ringuma doo durm’da
Let’s stop that Caddy-oh,
Let’s stop that Caddy-oh,
There’s money in the car.

I brought in all I’d taken to the station right and proper.
The cash will go to good use. More than half stays with the coppers.
I filed the needed papers and I didn’t do it sloppy.
I took the ones from last week’s stop and made a photocopy.

Refrain

I went to my apartment all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of a promotion, boys, and sure it was no wonder
But the trucker made a phone call, don’t know why he didn’t trust us,
Then set a lawyer on us from the Institute for Justice.

Refrain

When I came to the station, was early in the mornin’,
This lawyer came right up to me and uttered words of warnin’.
She told me that I couldn’t go grabbin’ cash at leisure.
She claimed the Fourth Amendment won’t permit a causeless seizure.

Refrain

I wish that I was workin’ for Sheriff Joe Arpaio
I know he’d treat me better than Montana or Ohio.
Revivin’ his old days on the roads of Arizona,
We’d have fun stopping cars and taking money from its owner.

Refrain