Sittin' in the courtroom, stunned.
I had been smitten by an evening hon.
Wallet disgorged some fins,
Then John Law to the room's forgin' in. Damn!

I'm sittin' in the dock on my tail;
It's likely I'll go to jail.
Sittin' in the dock; can't make bail. . .
Doin' time.

That sexy whore was gorgeous;
Head went in her frig-hole bay.
We were rutting, then big door
Suddenly busted down. . .taken away.

Now I'm just sittin' in the dock with no bail;
It's likely I'll go to jail.
Sittin' in the dock; paid-for tail
Is a crime.

Looks like I will be detained.
I guess that I should have refrained.
"You will do ten years, I am telling you.
Bailiff, please get that man restrained, yes!"

Sitting here, wrestin' off bones
Of these convicts, who won't leave me alone.
Guess I shoulda stayed at home
And not set my c*ck to "roam."

Now they're calling me "miss". . .want me frocked in the jail,
But I've denied them all tail--
No, noo!
Shvitzin', but at washin' I fail. . .
[soap] Cakes declined.

(Whistle, not clean as a)