| Illegal left on Sunday morning
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| On the corner I was warning
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| Waving widly, wildy warning
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| Don’t take that turn on Sunday morning
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| A motorcycle cop was waiting
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| He had to fill his ticket book
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| On his nerves I was grating
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| Illegal left that no one took
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| Maybe I should mind my own
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| Maybe it’s not my concern
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| But somewhere someone’s suffering
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| And this is an illegal turn
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| Sunday morning not too far
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| Someone’s taking someone’s car
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| someone’s taking someone out
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| Someone needs you now, no doubt
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| He told me I should move along
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| I said, «You've got the whole thing wrong.»
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| I’ll stay here, I’ve got the time
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| And you can deal with real crime
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| He didn’t like what I was saying
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| Not at all no not one bit
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| I didn’t see the point in staying
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| It was fun though I’ll admit |