Safety Patrol

©2010 Dave Clegg

Chrome badge on a white belt 

Across my chest, makes the young girls melt. 

Hard hat with a tight chin strap

Third grade punks never give me no crap.

Got no gun but I’m still in charge.

I’ll never be Captain, but I might make Sarge.

Twelve years old, going on thirteen,

A grade-school crosswalk guardin’ machine. 

I’m the Safety Patrol.  

I’m in control. 

When you’re crossin’, son, 

You better walk, don’t run.

I’m the Safety Patrol. 

Just last week Johnny Belvedere

Just couldn’t wait for me to give the “all clear”.

Ran across the road like a dumb dang fool.

Now he’s doin’ hard time– after school. 

I’m the Safety Patrol. 

I’m in control. 

When you’re crossin’, son, 

You better walk, don’t run.

I’m the Safety Patrol. 

If you’re in your car don’t you be no jerk.

Better stop right there, let me do my work.

Don’t go honkin’ that beep beep beep,

I can memorize a tag number in my sleep.

I’m the Safety Patrol. 

I’m in control. 

When you’re crossin’, son, 

You better walk, don’t run.

I’m the Safety Patrol. 

I’m the Safety Patrol.