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Professionals Here

Beg your pardon, been a very long week,
fighting crime and taking LSD
Nineteen years and I'm still living the dream,
tough cases come and one by one they're all sent to me

I keep an office with a tree and a floor lamp,
to tell the truth they're really one and the same
Compare my notes with an ambitious police man,
they start to hound the wrong guy down, you know who's to blame

Killer score, can you tell me what it's for?
Or how 'bout why we're here? A concrete explanation
This noble quest might just wear me out

But never fear, we're professionals here
I'm just drinking beers, and hanging with the band
I'm on the case, and I'm not gonna tire

From time to time I drink a bit too much whiskey,
now and then I get a taste for a toke
The girls deliver and the lucky ones kiss me,
if I don't find a lead in time, I'm sure I'll go broke

Look for bits of answers from true believers,
but one so certain will compel me to doubt
The loudest voices aren't the most thoughtful speakers,
the ones you spot who are have got the sense to stay out

Killer score, can you tell me what it's for?
Or how 'bout why we're here? A concrete explanation
This noble quest might just wear me out

But never fear, we're professionals here
I'm just drinking beers, and hanging with the band
I'm on the case, and I'm not gonna tire