"ASK A P'LICEMAN!"
Mr. M-tth-ws sings:—
The Police Force are a noble lot,
They clear our streets and squares;
To Demonstrators give it hot,
And banish civic scares.
But there's one thing I wish to know;
Why do the public grin
When one Commissioner will go,
And t'other won't stop in?
Chorus.
Why did Monro resign?
Ask a P'liceman!
Was it any fault of mine?
Ask a P'liceman!
Every member of the Force
Backs the popular Boss—of course!
If you want to know the truth,
Ask a P'liceman!
I'm very sure I'm always right,
And yet it's vastly queer,
My Secretary's aid they slight,
My Pension-projects jeer.
My Superannuation plan
Won't wash—at Scotland Yard.
They seem against me to a man.
It's really very hard.
Chorus.
If you'd know why Warren went,
Ask a P'liceman!
Or why Monro's not content,
Ask a P'liceman!
Isn't it enough to vex
The most genial of Home-Secs.?
If you want an answer—plump,
Ask a P'liceman!
I'm getting quite unpopular;
I can't imagine why.
If in the Force itself there's war,
'Gainst me there'll be a cry.
Fancy our Constables on strike
For Eight Hours, and the rest!
The prospect's one I do not like.
P'licemen, don't be a pest!
Chorus (in which Mr. M-t-th-ws
does not join.)
If you want to know the facts,
Ask a P'liceman!
About M-tth-ws and his acts,
Ask a P'liceman!
If you wish the truth to know
About popular Monro,
And who next ought to resign,
Ask a P'liceman!!!
