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"