This made me squee, and I wrote it. This One's For The Girls- Martina McBride
When on duty, officers had to keep the scanners on and could not listen to the radios in their squad cars. No cop would never dream of violating that rule; they knew that they needed to be ready to snap into action at any given moment.
But after hours, on the drive home, the radio could come on. An officer still needed to be careful about volume and station selection, but it wasn't strictly off-limits to listen to music in the car.
Casting furtive looks around, making sure the coast was clear, a hand reached out and lightly bumped the knob.
Buzz McNab drove away from the station, singing at the top of his lungs.