I never thought I’d write a love song for a cop,
But then produced the antidote,
To feelings that I never longed to stop,
Two hearts beating,
A roadside execution,
Let’s start at the top.

One half smoked cigar,
A stolen Tan Ciera car,
I’ve lost my will to lose my will again,
Now Margie you’re my only friend,
I know it gets hard,
But spare a thought for Jerry Lundegaard,
That pleasant day,
His planning fell apart,

There’s more to life than money,
It’s corny but it is true,
And somewhere out there in the tundra,
Is a briefcase filled with cash,
That nobody can use,

All this malfeasance for no reason,
Has my patience at an end,
A painting on a postage stamp,
A loving hand across your belly,
The comforts you defend.
Trudging through the snow,
From Brainerd up to Fargo,
The sight of limbs becoming branches,
Mists of blood and money loaned,
A third trimester road show,

Somewhere out there in the tundra is a briefcase filled with cash that nobody can use…