Evidence

Lyrics for Evidence

This is the morning after The one the night before They're calling through your window They're calling through your door I wish I could remember what I did last night If I was a good boy Or if I started a fight They're travelling down St. Travis The butcher and his wife They got a little trouble A little mess strive And looking him and look at me She's sitting nice still I hope to get it worked out soon Or for sure I will So much, so much for the evidence So much, so much for the evidence So wrong down and looking for real They're hanging Jesse James The naked lady's vanished The policemen are on parade 'Nd along comes Sherlock Holmes That lucky seven percent I just got back from Angola Sniffing cocaine in the tent So much, so much for the evidence So much, so much for the evidence