[Verse 1] Id commit a number of any crimes If I could get a thousand lashes from your eyes Its a puerile compliment Im a senile delinquent Whose day in court never comes [Chorus] Whose way to court girls is all thumbs Whose day in court never comes Whose way to court he just hums [Verse 2] Who is city and who is horses Who writes the words and who sings the choruses Im fishing for a complement Im in prison on arraignment For a crime I didnt commit [Bridge] This time Im innocent I swear that Im not fit To take the stand and admit This time Im innocent
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