LIFE OF CRIME

Standing on the corner doing no harm
Along came a flat foot and took me by the arm
When around the corner rang a little bell
Along came a police car and took me to a cell
At five o'clock in the morning I look at the wall
The bed bugs and the roach were having a game of ball
The score was 20 to nothing the bed bugs were a head
Then their hit a homer that knock me out of bed
At six o'clock in the morning the jailer came around
Gave me bread and butter the weigh a half a pound
The coffee tasted like tobacco juice the bread was as hard as steel
This the way there treated me in the New Jersey jail.