I've landed myself in a jam,
I knew it the moment the prison door slammed.
I shot a man dead just to show how tough I am.
It wasn´t planned.
The way it went down it was late,
I got a bit fresh with some other man´s date,
He met me outside and that´s where he met his fate.
(A big mistake)
My lawyer said I had no "just cause"
And the best I could do was to clutch at straws.
Now you son-of-a-gun, look at what you´ve done.

My record was no help at all,
I've got a string of convictions since juvenile hall.
I stood up in court and they nailed me to the wall.
(And that was all...)
The jury were sure that I lied.
It took all of ten minutes for those good people to decide.
The judge hid a smile as he sentenced me with pride.
Nobody cried.
Now I'm looking at twenty before parole,
By the time I get out of here I´ll be old.
Now you son-of-a-gun, look at what you´ve done
You son-of-a-gun, you´re missing all the fun.

What I wouldn´t give now to have a good time with my friends...
And what I wouldn´t give now to live my life over again.
I'd do it all over again!

I'm sick of the everyday grind
And in a world without women's about to make me go blind.
They say life goes on but, then, I put mine behind.
Just doing time. Just doing time.
I got the conviction that I was framed
But I´ll still be stuck in here all the same.
Now, you son-of-a-gun, look at what you´ve done.
Yeah, you son-of-a-gun, you´re missing all the fun.

Writer : FAULKNER, DAVE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing