So I gave them a closing, it's quality unmatched, and then off to consider their verdict despatched
But juries are so hard to make head or tail, you pump them right up, then they give you a fail
But juries are so hard to make head or tail, you pump them right up, then they give you a fail
What were they
thinking, did they not see, the strongest of inference, but they let him walk
free
He made up a
story, t'was like a slice of Swiss cheese, but he walked through the holes with the
greatest of ease
My girlfriend she
framed me, so I bought her a ring, not worth 30 dong, just a cheap little thing
Her niece lives
in Melbourne, Toorak I’m guessing, with a story like that, there’ll be no
confessing
What were you
expecting, his guilt he’d concede, if that’s what we had, you lot we’d not need
Two kilos of
pseudo, with sugar and with milk, perhaps he’s had it before, a drink smooth as
silk
Me, I’m off to
the markets, gonna buy me some smack, get a heat sealed container, and when I
get back
I’ll just spin 'em a yarn of a standard not heard, I’ll sure have them guessing, ‘cause my tale is absurd
My English is
good, until I get into strife, and then I don't know Engrish word in my life
Please get me an
interpreter, I need time to think, when I hear it all twice my story won't stink
Chalk it up to
experience, until the next time, right now I’m doing my best to get this thing
to rhyme
But I’m tempted
to tell you I’ve an island for sale, or a bridge or a statue, would my sale's
pitch prevail
I should not be
too harsh, you don’t know what we know, but really, oh really, so simply let go
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