| All rise and come to order
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| Bailiff start the video recorder
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| You’ve been sworn, what’s your
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| complaint?
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| Speak up son, don’t hesitate!
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| He presided in his courtroom so long ago
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| He was hanging cowboys for stealing
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| buffalo
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| Court is adjourned, for his honor’s
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| feeling ill
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| The shaking old relic needs a glycerin pill!
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| Hang up your rope 'cause you’re
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| looking tired
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| If it was up to me they’d all be fired
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| Day after day convicting all those liars
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| This ain’t TV jail
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| It’s TV hell!
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| Believe it or not
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| Those walking blood clots
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| Make enough money for a thousand
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| foot yacht
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| Who in Hollywood
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| Did they every acquit?
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| Just senile, judicial idiots
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| As the drama unfolds
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| And the law he upholds
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| If you look real close
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| You could see him growing mold
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| Small claims messiah
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| Is only a pariah to be ridiculed…
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| Objection Overruled!
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| All rise as he takes the bench
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| To hear his old voice make my
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| gut wrench
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| Silence to those who are in his court
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| I’m found guilty by his report
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| No washed-up judge can say to me
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| The shit he throws arround when
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| he’s on TV
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| What can he fucking do, throw me in jail?
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| I’d slap out his dentures, post them
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| for bail!
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| Hang up your robe 'cause you’re |