All rise and come to order
Bailiff start the video recorder
You've been sworn, what's your complaint?
Speak up son, don't
He presided in his courtroom so long ago
He was hanging cowboys for stealing buffalo
Court is adjourned, for his
honor's feeling ill
The shaking old relic needs a glycerin pill!
Hang up your rope 'cause you're looking tired
If it was up
to me they'd all be fired
Day after day convicting all those liars
This ain't TV jail
It's TV hell!
Believe it or
Those walking blood clots
Make enough money for a thousand foot yacht
Who in Hollywood
Did they every acquit?
senile, judicial idiots
As the drama unfolds
And the law he upholds
If you look real close
You could see him growing
Small claims messiah
Is only a pariah to be ridiculed...
All rise as he takes the bench
hear his old voice make my gut wrench
Silence to those who are in his court
I'm found guilty by his report
No washed-up judge can
say to me
The s**t he throws arround when he's on TV
What can he f*****g do, throw me in jail?
I'd slap out his dentures, post
them for bail!
Hang up your robe 'cause you're looking tired
If it was up to me they'd all be fired
Day after day convicting
all those liars
This ain't TV jail, it's TV hell!
You lose the case
To a bigger bullshit they you today
When it comes to
You tell all of TV land what you've got to say
When you're dead and gone
Will they get another fossil to carry
They must go to school
To hand-pick these old fools
I say to you
It's all Perry Mason's