Lyrics:

I wasn't doin' nothin'
Anyway
Just what is it that I'm supposed to have done?

With bloodshot eyes and bleedin' hands
I put my new suit in the cleaners again
I took the first bus
I didn't look back
Lungs long blowin' like a smokestack
Hair fallin' out as the wind blows through it
My horse ran second
Just like I knew it would
Overflowin' ashtray
Yeah

Oh yeah
Then the officer said
You better get a lawyer, son
You better get a real good one
You better get a lawyer, son
You better get a real good one
Get yourself a suit and tie
And get your hair cut way up high
Get yourself a lawyer, son
You're gonna need a real good one

I got legs
I can walk
All the way down the dirt track
I fell down
I got up
I turned around and then I walked back
I walked to the sea
I stood there and looked for a sign
I took time
But it came
I added up and took what was mine

Then the officer said
You better get a lawyer, son
You better get a real good one
Get yourself a lawyer, son
You're gonna need a real good one
Don't drop the soap
Don't smoke no dope
Get yourself a lawyer, son
You're gonna need a good one
To get you outta this one