He walks into the room He's got a briefcase like a bomb A smile on both faces And he call it aplomb He wants a bite of your apple Hands you back the peel He's fresh out of law school He's got a license to steal
When he offers his advice You can guarantee For several hundred dollars an hour He will see just how many complications Your life will reveal He's fresh out of law school He's got a license to steal
He's an ambulance chaser A waver of papers He loves to mix wit hthe movers and shakers He's taking from them He's taking from you Lawyers love money Anybody's will do Just take it
He's poking his nose into people's despair When tragedy strikes he will always be there Looking so cool His greed is hard to conceal He's fresh out of law school You gave him a license to steal
We've got seven hundred thousand Attorneys at law Nobody can tell me what we need them all for We should throw them in chains Chastise them and rebuke them If it doesn't work We ought to take 'em out and nuke 'em
Blow a lawyer to pieces It's the obvious way Don't wait for a thesis Do it today Take him to the court of no final appeal When you're fresh out of lawyers You don't know how good it's gonna feel
Compositor: Alastair Ian Stewart (Al Stewart) ECAD: Obra #23483464