Lyrics:

I'm running
Yes before it's too late
Trying to get away
From that jail bait

It's a rough temptation
But a common invitation
And a good association
But a quck elimination
That will take you out of circulation
Yes I'm talking about that younger generation

So take my advice fellas
For goodness sake
15, 16, 17 that's jail bait

Now they swear that they're in love
That you and her got stars above
And she's lookin' mighty good
Just like a young girl should

Well we try to tell ya no
And let that young girl go
But you you know it all
You have yourself a ball

And now that it's too late
As you look from cell number eight
I tried to tell yo old mate
17 and one-half is still jail bait

So tomorrow's the date
For the trial of jail bait
And this you watch and see
The young girl will go free
And you'll get one to three

So out the door she walks
To another man she talks
Before you can count
From one to eight
Another man in for
Jail bait.

Please mister judge
If you just let me go this time
I won't mess with them young girls no more
I swear I'm not gonna bother them no more Mister Judge
I ain't gonna bother none fifteen
I ain't gonna bother none sixteen
I ain't gonna bother none seventeen
I ain't gonna mess with none eighteen
I'm gonna leave them twenty-year-old ones alone too
Gonna get me a girl about forty-two
If you just believe what I say and let me go Mister Judge
Please Mister Judge I ain't gonna bother then young girls no more
Gimme a break Mister Judge
Please Mister Judge