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I.
I was a fuckin' hooligan
hooliganing with my gun,
was the nastiest guy among
those with whom i had fun
If you see me, you should run
or i'll kick you with my gun
I was drunk and one day clung
to the governer's sun
Chorous.
Oh, he could sleep in front of court
Instead of my defence,
He could show all he had got
into his worn-through pants,
He could swear like a trooper,
he could drink his bitter cooper,
My attorney was the worst,
oh, better i was cursed.
II.
So i was brought to hearings,
i had no money for law kings,
and i enganged attorney Pete,
who lived into my street.
He was a drunkard, he was rude,
he ate from bins next to fast food,
he lied on our lawn, fresh and green,
watered with his urine.
He was the fuckingest attorney,
the same sense to ride a ponny,
i was convicted for four months
i never had a chance
Fuckin attorney
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