The coffee at the hospital Was a low-down nasty sludge I got 19 compound fractures and I'm talking to the judge And if that judge don't bust you, I'll take you to the one that will
'cause I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
Call me a dumbell, call me a spoiled slug, I tumbled down your staircase, And I'm taking you to court. If that court don't bust you, mama, I'll take you to the one that will
'cause I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
(oh no!)
I would not be on my feet, I swear by God above. My arm and first 3 fingers Are in a plaster glove
I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
If that cop don't bust you baby, I'll take you to the one that will.
'cause I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
The coffee at the hospital Was a low-down nasty sludge I got 19 compound fractures, baby Talkin' to the judge If that judge don't bust you, mama I'll take you to the one that will
But I would not be in traction if I did not fall in love
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