[Verse 1] I'd commit a number of any crimes If I could get a thousand lashes from your eyes It's a puerile compliment I'm a senile delinquent Whose day in court never comes [Chorus] Whose way to court girls is all thumbs Whose day in court never comes Whose way to court he just hums [Verse 2] Who is city and who is horses Who writes the words and who sings the choruses I'm fishing for a complement I'm in prison on arraignment For a crime I didn't commit [Bridge] This time I'm innocent I swear that I'm not fit To take the stand and admit This time I'm innocent