Dead Kennedys: " Goons of Hazzard " br br Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs br Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises br Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers br We couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle br So we drink ourselves sick br Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead br br We are the Goons of Hazzard br Glorified on your TV br We run down bikes and hitch hikers br And we know we'll get off scot-free br br We're the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy flicks br Bashing punks & bums and fags br With our baseball bats br No deer to blow away in the woods today br So we go to Oroville and shoot a black kid down br Or waste demonstrators in Greensboro instead br br We are the Goons of Hazzard br Glorified on your TV br We leave you in a pool of blood br Cos we know we'll get off scot-free br br Let's get him… br br C'mere br C'mere br Say something to me? br br We've got him cornered br We've got him cornered br Is anybody looking? br Does anybody even care? br No! br br Local papers paint us up to be big heroes br City fathers & Chamber of Commerce want us deputized br The stoner gestapo keepin' your town clean br Get a shave, kid br We'll pay you as a strike-breaker br Maybe you'll make Tac Squad for the L.A.P.D.