My haul increases
each time I’ve a stealing yen.
My haul increases.
“But you could end in the pen!”

You tell me my behavior is amiss.
You tell me I should fret (I should fret),
that I may soon regret (soon regret).

But I tell you that I
am thinking, “No sweat!”
You talk while my grand haul increases.

Your squall increases;
you tell me that I have no shame (have no shame).
My gall increases;
I say, “Your shaming is lame!”

I suggest that you really off should shove.
Then I am off to do (off to do)
Another job or two (job or two).
But I’m caught, and it’s jail they take me to.
And I cry as my haul law seizes.
I can’t fly, as my bail increases.