Lyrics:

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah

[verse 1]
you Were Lyin' There With Nothing On

but A Goofy Little Grin And A Platinum Blonde
i Can't Believe You'd Do That On Our Bed
i Got A Pistol And I Got A Bullet
and A Pissed Off Finger Just'a Itchin' To Pull It
the Only Thing Keepin' Me From Losin' My Head

[chorus]
is I Hate Stripes And Orange Ain't My Color
and If I Squeeze That Trigger Tonight
i'll Be Wearin' One Or The Other
there's No Crime Of Passion Worth A Crime Of Fashion
the Only Thing Savin' Your Life
is That I Don't Look Good In Orange And I Hate Stripes

woah, Woah, Woah

[verse 2]
i Could Fall In Love With The Prison Guard
i Could Sell Cigarettes In The Prison Yard
don't Think Hard Time Would Be That Hard On Me
i Could Pick Up Trash On The Side Of The Road
but I'd Die If I Saw Someone I Know
ain't The Chains, It's The Clothes That's Stoppin' Me

[chorus]
i Hate Stripes And Orange Ain't My Color
and If I Squeeze That Trigger Tonight
i'll Be Wearin' One Or The Other
there's No Crime Of Passion Worth A Crime Of Fashion
the Only Thing Savin' Your Life
is That I Don't Look Good In Orange And I Hate Stripes

[bridge]
oh, And One Shot Ain't Worth A Bad Mugshot
god Knows I Wouldn't Be Caught Holdin' Up A Number
while The Whole Town's Starin' At The Picture
in The Paper Of Me Wearin' Stripes

[final Chorus]
there's No Crime Of Passion Worth A Crime Of Fashion
the Only Thing Savin' Your Life
is That I Don't Look Good In Orange And I Hate Stripes
and Orange Ain't My Color
and If I Squeeze That Trigger Tonight
i'll Be Wearin' One Or The Other
there's No Crime Of Passion Worth A Crime Of Fashion
the Only Thing Savin' Your Life
is That I Don't Look Good In Orange And I Hate Stripes

woah, Woah, Woah, Woah