Yeah, I Shot The Sheriff. What Are You Gonna Do About It, Tough Guy? - Lyrics - Abbreviated. Life. Expectancy.

Yep, I shot him. I shot him dead and good. I walked right up to that there Sheriff and shot him in the back. So you stand before me like a varmint with no brains And you dare to ask the question, "Did you shoot our Sheriff again?" So I say... Yeah, I shot the sheriff. What are you gonna do about it, tough guy? I'll shoot you too if it pleases me fine So you tell the rest of the folks in this here town That I'm the newest, roughest, toughest *** And I'm here to deliver some frowns Yep, I shot the Sheriff. Then I pissed on his head. So what if he's the Sheriff!? The only good Sheriffs are dead! So you stand before me like a tumbleweed in a storm And you dare to speak the words, "Shooting a Sheriff in our town ain't quite the norm..." So I say... Yeah, I shot the sheriff. What are you gonna do about it, tough guy? I'll shoot you in them pansy-*** pink boots o'yours anytime So tell your kids and tell your wives That I'm here to stay And if they don't like what I do Then me and Ol' Bessie can blow them all away