I was thinking of a different song. Super Cop by Ray Stevens. Can't find the lyrics, but it goes something like this
I know a fella who lives down the block.
His elevator don't go quite to the top
He works down at the mega mall where everybody shops
He's a rentaguard, we all call super cop.
Heel caps on his tennis shoes,
One bullet in his gun.
He saunters down the sidewalk
Making sparks fly just for fun.
All the little kids marvel, and the big kids run
Aint gunna be no more crime when super cop is done.
Super cop, he's got his eyes on you.
Super cop, you better watch out what you do
Super Cop, Law enforcement is his life,
He's got an autographed picture of Barney Fife
Lookit that fella parked in that handi capped space, aint got a sticker on his car any place.
Saw me comin, started runnin. So I shot him in toe.
Said hey boy, you handicapped now, you aint gotta go.
If you'd stop hoppin around there, I'll write you this here temporary tag
He drives a '63 GMC
That he hand painted black and white
Swat team clothes and nobody knows
where he got that flashing police light.
Well well, look whats parked in the fire lane, a shiny new corvette.
I'll each that little hot rodder a lesson he won't soon forget.
Now, most cops would just write him a ticket, or put a wheel lock on his tire.
Not me. I'll strike a match, throw it in the gas tank, set the whole durn thing on fire.
That way they learn by association.
Whoo, lookit that thing go, I didn't know fiberglass burned like that.
Looks kinda like a lava lamp.
There was another verse about dealing with a shopper with 11 items in a 10 item or less lane, but I can't remember it.