Man, she punched me like a dude Hold your mad hands, I cried 'Tis a pity she was a whore 'Tis my curse, I suppose That was patrol, that was patrol This is the war Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock Smote the mistress, drifting on 'Tis a pity she was a whore She stole my purse with rattling speed That was patrol, this is the war 'Tis a pity she was a whore 'Tis a pity she was a whore Man, she punched me like a dude Hold your mad hands, I cried 'Tis a pity she was a whore 'Tis my fate, I suppose That was patrol, that was patrol 'Tis a pity she was a whore 'Tis a pity she was cold Wooh Wooh