Vacation Post Four

Hopefully we’ve all managed to stay out of jail this weekend, but if not:

Test me, test me
Why don’t you arrest me?
Throw me in the jail house
Until the sun goes down
Till it go down

I had to move
Really had to move
That’s why if you please
I am on my bended knees
Bertha don’t you come around here anymore

Just don’t call me for bail money - by now the casino has most of mine…

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