In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, November 3, 2016
judge, your honor
I was trespassing in the city
it was a dark and stormy night
I was hiding from the cops
trying to keep out of sight
til they nabbed me even though
I was incognito
at the plaid pantry
buying chili-cheese Doritos
they booked me
and after a long, long while
they finally brought me
in for trial
but I forgot who's side
I was on
when in came the judge
a Hitchcock blonde
I said judge, your honor
judge, your honor
judge, your honor
I'm guilty of loving you
I looked at her
and she looked at me
I said "I'm guilty, baby,
in the first degree
she looked at me
and I looked at her
and she said
members of the jury
I do concur"
and I said
judge, your honor
judge, your honor
judge, your honor
I'm guilty of loving you
well, what can I tell you
what can I say
we married a year ago
on our wedding day
now she bangs the gavel
in our home sweet home
with three little lawbreakers
of our own
I say judge, your honor
judge, your honor
judge, your honor
I'm guilty of loving you
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