Oops

Verse 1

Sixteen miles to go before they let me off
My lawyer was a joke/public attorney, couldn't get me off
But his wife, on the other hand
Suffice to say that her supply met my demand

Chorus

Hey ho boys, looks like we picked the wrong fight
Didn't work all day, didn't sleep all night
Fell off the tracks and then tore up the rails
'Cause when you can't finish, you gotta make bail