Guilty One
I been through Carolina
North of the border
To the gulf of Mexico
Gary, Indiana
Snow in Atlanta
Preventing us to go
Everywhere I see ya
Wouldn’t want to be ya
Haunted by your ghost
But if you got a drink on you
You better
Raise it for a toast
And it’s 1-2-3
Let the devil come for me
And it’s 4, 5, 8
If the barrister believes the solicitor agrees
And believes me
To be
The guilty one
I been to hawaii,
Scampi in Kuai
Headed for the coast
Got more than over-served
Tried a little herb
When you took me to the roast
I never wanted that
You said in a spat
Thought you were talking bout me
Then i realized
I’m sensitized
And begged you to let me be
And it’s 1-2-3
Let the devil come for me
And it’s 4, 5, 8
If the barrister believes the solicitor agrees
And believes me
To be
The guilty one
Trouble with the Queen disliked my routine
Spent the night with crisps and whey
Headed for the alley
Waited for a lorry
They deported my ass away
I met so many lovely people
Reflected from the globe
So don’t you waste your time with wannabe’s
Messing with your hope
Don’t you mess with my hope!
And it’s 1-2-3
Let the devil come for me
And it’s 4, 5, 8
If the barrister believes the solicitor agrees
And believes me
To be
The guilty one
And it’s quatre, cinq, six
And we’re headed down to Nice
From the gates of old Paris
C’est La Vie
For the guilty one
Au revoir motherfuckas!