Hank the tank

(Verse 1) Sirens wailed, a frantic city chase, Hank the tank, with a mischievous grin on his face. Weaving streets, a bumpy, clanking ride, Leaving cops behind, nowhere left to hide. (Chorus) Boom! A shot from his rusty cannon's roar, Police scattered, begging for some more. Cash flew free, a windfall for the poor, Hank the tank, a hero, some might roar. (Bridge) Cornered by the docks, a final stand, But Hank, he wouldn't yield to any man. Smoke and silence, a legend took his flight, Hank the tank, vanished in the night.