Molly Hatchet - Blue Thunder Lyrics
You know they come around town the midnight ramblerThe night shift gotta goO'Malley turned and baby got burnedWent the way of the buffaloTo protect and serve their tryin' to keep the peaceThe rattler'll tell ya that there ain't no mercyOn the corner of 42nd streetBlue Thunder...The keepers of the streetBlue Thunder...The only number that ya needUp to no good in the neighborhoodA broken chain of commandO'Hara snapped and got his head badWith cold beer and a percodanShotgun blast mini mac justiceWhen will the madness endEast side, West side all fired upNo rest for the policemanThe streets are insaneOn a night full of dangerHoney don't you get caughtIn a city by a strangerIt's a contact sport in the game of lifeHear a shot out your window tonightYou're ready for the hell to end, you're callin'Blue Thunder...The keepers of the streetBlue Thunder...The only number that ya needAn officers killed he was on the runA ten year old shot him just for funHe had two kids and a beautiful wifeOne split second blinded by the lightTake a chance on the midnight dance, talk about livin' hellThere's one or twenty losers trapped in the Tropicana MotelThe streets are insaneOn a night full of dangerHoney don't you get caughtIn a city by a strangerIt's a contact sport in the game of lifeHear a shot out your window tonightYou're ready for the hell to end, you're callin'Blue Thunder...The keepers of the streetBlue Thunder...The only number that ya needBlue Thunder...The keepers of the street...callinBlue Thunder... The only number that ya need
