Saturday morning on State Route 44
I was doing eighty, but I guess I was doing more
In my rear view, I saw flashing red and blues
Was it me they wanted? How could I refuse
So I pulled on over, with my dockets in my hand
What was wrong, I didn't understand
She was clad in leather, strong hands and looking lean
Every inch a dominatrix; every inch a streak of mean
You were doing eighty-four in an eighty kilo zone
I see you're English; are you travelling here alone
I said I'm an Englishman, but please let me make it clear
If I broke the highway law, I'm sorry my dear!
Well things got real ugly, as she threw me on the hood
She laid me out spread eagle; I wasn't looking good
She whipped out her book while she clinched me in real tight
Took down my particulars; well I knew I'd lost the fight
"I ain't fond of men like you and what you have say
Disrespecting women, yeah I hear it every day
Don't try your English charm; let me make this clear
Here's a three hundred dollar fine for calling me my dear
The moral of the story; the moral of the song
Is sometimes you can't be saying right
For saying something wrong
But I'm an old school guy, I treat my women right
With grace and manners, I'm always polite
Hold doors open, give my seat up on the train
Give her my umbrella when we're in the pouring rain
So take me as you find me, it's just the way I am
And if you don't really like that
Well frankly my dear, I don't give a damn
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Saturday morning on State Route 44
I was doing eighty, but I guess I was doing more
In my rear view, I saw flashing red and blues
Was it me they wanted? How could I refuse
So I pulled on over, with my dockets in my hand
What was wrong, I didn't understand
She was clad in leather, strong hands and looking lean
Every inch a dominatrix; every inch a streak of mean
You were doing eighty-four in an eighty kilo zone
I see you're English; are you travelling here alone
I said I'm an Englishman, but please let me make it clear
If I broke the highway law, I'm sorry my dear!
Well things got real ugly, as she threw me on the hood
She laid me out spread eagle; I wasn't looking good
She whipped out her book while she clinched me in real tight
Took down my particulars; well I knew I'd lost the fight
"I ain't fond of men like you and what you have say
Disrespecting women, yeah I hear it every day
Don't try your English charm; let me make this clear
Here's a three hundred dollar fine for calling me my dear
The moral of the story; the moral of the song
Is sometimes you can't be saying right
For saying something wrong
But I'm an old school guy, I treat my women right
With grace and manners, I'm always polite
Hold doors open, give my seat up on the train
Give her my umbrella when we're in the pouring rain
So take me as you find me, it's just the way I am
And if you don't really like that
Well frankly my dear, I don't give a damn
I was doing eighty, but I guess I was doing more
In my rear view, I saw flashing red and blues
Was it me they wanted? How could I refuse
So I pulled on over, with my dockets in my hand
What was wrong, I didn't understand
She was clad in leather, strong hands and looking lean
Every inch a dominatrix; every inch a streak of mean
You were doing eighty-four in an eighty kilo zone
I see you're English; are you travelling here alone
I said I'm an Englishman, but please let me make it clear
If I broke the highway law, I'm sorry my dear!
Well things got real ugly, as she threw me on the hood
She laid me out spread eagle; I wasn't looking good
She whipped out her book while she clinched me in real tight
Took down my particulars; well I knew I'd lost the fight
"I ain't fond of men like you and what you have say
Disrespecting women, yeah I hear it every day
Don't try your English charm; let me make this clear
Here's a three hundred dollar fine for calling me my dear
The moral of the story; the moral of the song
Is sometimes you can't be saying right
For saying something wrong
But I'm an old school guy, I treat my women right
With grace and manners, I'm always polite
Hold doors open, give my seat up on the train
Give her my umbrella when we're in the pouring rain
So take me as you find me, it's just the way I am
And if you don't really like that
Well frankly my dear, I don't give a damn
Writer: Gary Tolley
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