| He walks into the room
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| He’s got a briefcase like a bomb
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| A smile on both faces
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| And he calls it aplomb
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| He wants a bite of your apple
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| Hands you back the peel
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| He’s fresh out of law school
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| He’s got a license to steal
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| When he offers his advice
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| You can guarantee
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| For several hundred dollars an hour
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| He will see just how many complications
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| Your life will reveal
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| He’s fresh out of law school
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| He’s got a license to steal
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| He’s an ambulance chaser
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| A waver of papers
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| He loves to mix with the movers and shakers
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| He’s taking from them
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| He’s taking from you
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| Lawyers love money
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| Anybody’s will do
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| Just take it
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| He’s poking his nose into people’s despair
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| When tragedy strikes he will always be there
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| Looking so cool
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| His greed is hard to conceal
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| He’s fresh out of law school
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| You gave him a license to steal
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| We’ve got seven hundred thousand attorneys at law
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| Nobody can tell me what we need them all for
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| We should throw them in chains
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| Chastise them and rebuke them
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| If it doesn’t work
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| We ought to take 'em out and nuke 'em
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| Blow a lawyer to pieces
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| It’s the obvious way
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| Don’t wait for a thesis
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| Do it today
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| Take him to the court of no final appeal
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| When you’re fresh out of lawyers
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| You don’t know how good it’s gonna feel |