Purple passion in the glove box
Under a map
And a couple of joints and some
Dentyne under my cap

As a general rule
I don’t monkey around with toys
But she needed more than you could get
From the average boy

She said, "I’ll never see you again"
At least you could grant me a wish

We’ll drink purple passion
We’ll drink purple passion
We’ll drink purple passion
‘Til we’re black and blue

She pulled out a night stick
A placed it into my hand
She said, "You’re the cop, baby"