The crazy moon over Wall Street brings a tear to my eye
Mama, why these American girls gotta fuss and cry?
When they march and get out of line, raisin-a hell
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do and bust out his
mortadell'

Shuddap with your First Amendment -- or it's no more Mr. Nicey
I sprinkle on the pepper 'cuz I like my dishes spicy.

We're the NY-fungala-P.D. if you wanna know who we are
This Baloney has a last name, it's M-a-c-e-r.
We'd hate to see you hurt yourselves, so before you lose control
We roll-a you up in a plastic net and we make a nice brasciole!

Now everyone's mad and they got a big vendetta
They call me a "pig", and "Officer Pancetta"
I gave these ladies da business back in 2004
Don't nobody respect the law anymore?

I took a vow to protect and serve your stunare sons and daughters
Don't they understand I'm just maintaining law and order

You steal-a my heart! I spray-a da mace
(A handy device to shudduppa you face)
Till you little heartbreakers learn-a you place
Whadda you gonna do, make a Federal case?

We're the NY-fungala-P.D. if you wanna know who we are
This Baloney has a last name, it's M-a-c-e-r.
We'd hate to see you hurt yourselves, so before you lose control
We roll-a you up in a plastic net and we make a nice brasciole! Hey!