|
He walks into the room |
|
He's got a briefcase like a bomb |
|
A smile on both faces |
|
And he calls it aplomb |
|
He wants a bite of your apple |
|
Hands you back the peel |
|
He's fresh out of law school |
|
He's got a license to steal |
|
When he offers his advice |
|
You can guarantee |
|
For several hundred dollars an hour |
|
He will see just how many complications |
|
Your life will reveal |
|
He's fresh out of law school |
|
He's got a license to steal |
|
He's an ambulance chaser |
|
A waver of papers |
|
He loves to mix with the movers and shakers |
|
He's taking from them |
|
He's taking from you |
|
Lawyers love money |
|
Anybody's will do |
|
Just take it |
|
He's poking his nose into people's despair |
|
When tragedy strikes he will always be there |
|
Looking so cool |
|
His greed is hard to conceal |
|
He's fresh out of law school |
|
You gave him a license to steal |
|
We've got seven hundred thousand attorneys at law |
|
Nobody can tell me what we need them all for |
|
We should throw them in chains |
|
Chastise them and rebuke them |
|
If it doesn't work |
|
We ought to take 'em out and nuke 'em |
|
Blow a lawyer to pieces |
|
It's the obvious way |
|
Don't wait for a thesis |
|
Do it today |
|
Take him to the court of no final appeal |
|
When you're fresh out of lawyers |
|
You don't know how good it's gonna feel |
