Just stay out of my face
And get out of this place
Stop pulling my string
If you wanna nice face
Boy
'Cause my name's Dirty Harry
Be very quiet
Nothing to say
Talk like a nice boy
You'll be OK
You dig
'Cause my name's Dirty Harry
H-A-R-R-Y
(Spoken)
Well, I know what you're thinkin', punk
You're thinkin' 'did he fight six sharks off or five?'
Well to tell you the truth I've forgotten myself in all this excitement.
But seeing as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world
And can blow your head clean off, you gotta ask yourself a question:
Do I feel lucky?... Well? Do ya, punk? Do ya?
Stranger intent
Plenty of cash
But you're in the wrong place, friend
If you wanna be flash
'Cause my name's Dirty Harry
It's spelt H-A-R-R-Y
H-A-R-R-Y
H-A-R-R-Y
H-A-R-R-Y
'Cause my name's Dirty Harry
H-A-R-R
H-A-R-R
H-A-R-R-Y
Do you feel lucky, punk?
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Dirty Harry [#][Demo Version] as written by Adam Ant, Marco Pirroni
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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