I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Lyrics: The judge and the jury they took their stand
The judge had the papers in his right hand
Forty-one days, forty-one nights, forty-one years
To wear the ball and the stripes
Oh no.
(whew.... That was close.... Couldn't take a thread of all Christmas songs! Bad enough that's all that plays on the radio! Some stations, since friggen' Halloween!)
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