Beverly Hills Robocop - Gama Bomb

Supercop from motor city transferred into town

Shot to bits and resurrected, out to bring disorder down

Leather jacket, shining chrome, cruising down the boulevard

He’s cold as ice and twice as hard

Walking slow and talking wise

An Auto 9 in his Levis

You killed me but I came back to life

You thrill me so come one, let’s party like it’s 1985

He has no name, he plays the game

Shooting up the party scene

Directives four, he knows the score

He’s half man and half machine

State of the art- bang bang!

It’s not what, it’s who you know

If you wanna serve the public trust

Call 9−1-1 or 9−0-2−1-0

I came to murder Ronny Cox, Ronny Cox is my boss

I have no wife, my wife is gone, I’m here to kill Steve Berkoff

I’m posing as a journalist working for the OCP

You’d buy that for a dollar?

Get the fuck outta here!

Hands of steel and a cheeky grin

Ferrari wheels and a metal skin

Special chair, loves to swear, grieving wife

Back to life

OCP, banan-ee, tail pipe gag

Empty mag

Arm shot off, likes to scoff, silly laugh

Abandoned gaff

Good at shootin', robe- a-lootin', Rolling Stone

No-one's home

Baby food, knows the hood, warehouse ruse

Metal shoes

Cobra cannon, no right angles, supercop

Cocaine drop

Inspector Todd, Clarence Bodd', Judge Reinhold

His face is cold

Read the rights of rudeness in the first degree

Dead or alive, you’re coming with me

Searching for the sweet narc action hidden in coffee grounds

Play it straight, stay outta trouble, Supercop’s around

Dining out on baby food, I always work alone

Microchips and coils of wire replaced my flesh and bone