Illegal left on Sunday morning. On the corner I was warning. Waving widly,
Wildy warning. Don’t take that turn on Sunday morning. A motorcycle cop was
Waiting, he had to fill his ticket booth. On his nerves now I was grating,
Illegal left that no one took. Maybe I should mind my own, maybe it’s not my
Concern, but somewhere someone is suffering and this is an illegal turn.
Sunday morning not too far someone’s taking someone’s car, someone’s taking
Someone out, someone needs you know, no doubt. He told me I should move along.
I said, «You’ve got the whole thing wrong.» I’ll stay here I’ve got the time
And you can deal with real crime. He didn’t like what I was saying no not at
All no not one bit. I didn’t see the point in staying it was fun though I
Admit. Maybe I should mind my own, maybe it’s not my concern but somewhere
Someone’s suffering and this is an illegal turn. Sunday morning, not too far
Someone’s taking someone’s car, someone’s taking someone out, someone needs
You no doubt.
