Steve Pineo - The Commissionaire's Song Lyrics

Well I wander the street through the cold and the heat, happy and without a care
I feel kind of special 'cause I'm the city official they call the commissionaire
I'm bold and I'm proud, I stand out in the crowd, yes I'm one of bureaucracy's stars
Just doing my part, perfecting my art, slapping tickets on the wind shields of cars

So go ahead buddy and spit in my face, go on curse and swear
You still get a ticket and if you don't like it stick it, 'cause I'm the commissionaire

Got a Chevy Chevette with a nice little set of miniature blue and red lights
Got a can full of mace that I carry just in case on Friday and Saturday nights
And I ain't got a gun 'though I used to have one back when I was a cop on the beat
But I've got a fist full of chalk and an eye like a hawk, so you'd better not park on my street
So go ahead buddy and spit in my face, go on curse and swear
You still get a ticket and if you don't like it stick it, 'cause I'm the commissionaire

Like a beast at his kill I get such a big thrill whenever I'm caught in the act
You can holler and cuss raise a whole lot of fuss, you can threaten to get me sacked
But I just keep on writing 'cause it gets so exciting when tempers begin to flare
I'm a miserable jerk but I sure love my work, 'cause I'm the commissionaire

So go ahead buddy and spit in my face, go on curse and swear
You still get a ticket and if you don't like it stick it, 'cause I'm the commissionaire
Yes I'm the commissionaire, yes I'm the commissionaire