VONE OF DE FINESD.
Written and Sung by Gus Williams.
Oh, yes, I am vone of de finesd,
De finesd bolice ever known,
Vid uniform brilliantly shining,
I'm proud as a king on a throne;
De ladies all call me dere darling,
As I see dem safe 'cross Broadvay,
Vile sdroliing my bead, drough de guy busy sdreet,
De beople admiringly say:
He's vone of de finesd, vone of de finesd,
Guarding our safedy und peace;
Brave and courageous, never oudrageous,
Vone of de finesd bolice.
De flies never bite me in summer,
Because dey are too much afraid:
I use my night sdick like a drummer
Dot leads a big torchlight barade;
My family is very domesdic,
I'm sure dot dey never go oud;
Ven I come home to end, afder roaming my bead,
My vife she is sure for to shoud:- Chorus.
Ven called on I'm alvays found ready,
I'm in for brotection und peace.
Dough some, I'll admid, are not sdeady,
But I'm not dot kind of bolice;
I flird vid de gals ven on duty.
Gallivanting vid dem I don't shun:
So gendle I am, as a dear liddle lamb,
Und dis is de title I've you:- Chorus.