The Guy Who Didnt Like Musicals - Show Me Your Hands

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[Verse 1]

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Ma'am, I need you to take a step back
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You're facing the law, not the clerk at the Gap
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Yeah we're cops, yeah we're cops
                    Fm
You better shape on up


[Verse 2]

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You better empty out all of your pockets
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But don't empty out all of your pockets
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Yeah we're cops, yeah we're cops
            Fm
And we make sense


[Chorus]

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Show me your hands, show me
           Bb
those jazz hands
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Get 'em up, or you'll end up in cuffs
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Show me your hands, show me
           Bb
those jazz hands
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Or I might be inclined to shoot you
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up


[Verse 3]

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You go forty in a thirty-five
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Check your mirror, you'll find hell
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has arrived
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'Cause we're cops, yeah we're cops
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We're up in your shit


[Verse 4]

Fm
Kathy lost her cat in a tree
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Contact Fire, not the HFPD
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'Cause we're cops, yeah we're cops
            Fm
Her cat is dead


[Chorus]

             F
Show me your hands, show me
           Bb
those jazz hands
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Get 'em up, or you'll end up in cuffs
             F7
Show me your hands, show me
           Bb7
those jazz hands
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Or I might be inclined to shoot you


[Bridge]

Fm
Step away from the vehicle, Step away from the vehicle
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Get back in the vehicle Get back in the vehicle
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Slowly get out of the vehicle Slowly get out of the vehicle
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Do the things I say... I'm a cop


Fm
Step away from the vehicle step away from the vehicle
Fm
(Get those hands up! Get those hands up!)

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Get back in the vehicle Get back in the vehicle
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(Put those hands down! Get those hands down!)

Bb
Slowly get out of the vehicle Slowly get out of the vehicle
Bb
(Put those hands up! Put those hands up!)

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Do the things I say...
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(Up, down...)

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I'm a cop!

Fm
9-1-1 emergency call
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Got a 4-1-1 at a shopping mall Better pack your heat and utility belt Any mall rats comin' in 
hot, they melt


Bb
Sarge, it's your wife on the 9-1-1
Bb
What that bitch want, Sarge?
Bb
She just wants a snug
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Grab your nine millimetre and donut bucket Want my badge number? Put it in your mouth and suck 
it!

  N.C.
(Spoken) Oh Sam, please stop! I'm your wife! Please just talk to me, baby.


[Key change]

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[Chorus]

              Ab
Show me your hands, show me
           Db
those jazz hands
        Ab                      Db7
Get 'em up, or you'll end up in cuffs
             Ab7
Show me your hands, show me
           Gb7
those jazz hands
      B       Db
Or I might be inclined to shoot you-

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