The Foremen - Three Strikes and You're Out lyrics

John Q. Congress became a man In the mean streets of Happyburb Spent his allowance at Dairy Queen Jumped his Stingray off the curb Rose to fame in the Little League It was there without a doubt That he came to love the concept of Three Strikes and You're Out They sent John Q to Washington Just to toss around the old horsehide Then he threw 'em a curve or two Pretty soon he was high and inside So he drafted a crime bill It was John Q's finest clout And he gave it a name after the game Called it Three Strikes and You're Out You hit a serious foul or two And you're right back at the plate But swing and miss on the third time And your bills are paid by the state "Don't you worry 'bout healthcare," John Q stated, feelin' stout "'Cause everyone is covered under Three Strikes and You're Out." John Q knew it was workin' When they closed all the public schools All the neighborhood libraries All the playgrounds, parks and pools And the kids went to prison camp Poundin' gravel and scrubbin' the grout Had the warden bind their hands behind 'em For Three Strikes and You're Out John Q Congress, he robbed a bank With a pistol he had stole Hijacked a tour bus across state lines Didn't even pay the turnpike toll And the judge said, "Strike Three, John I oughta sentence you life in the dugout But I'm not inclined to put you in a bind 'Cause you're not the kind the bill was designed To keep confined and out of mind And Justice is blind with one hand tied behind her For Three Strikes and You're Out."