The Repeat Offender
OK, it shameless, flat-out, have you no pride, self promotion time, because my other blog, The Blithering Idiot, has failed to bring me instant fame, let alone acclaim. [Could it be that there is just little demand for crudely written, vulgar poetry?] I’m really into 50’s rock and roll, and still have the first 45 I ever bought: Yakety Yak by the Coasters. This was a little diddie I planned to post on The Idiot, but felt it worthy of Hansifcation. It combines The Platters hit “The Great Pretender” with my career as a crime fighter.
It’s called, what else? The Repeat Offender. If you’re not familiar with the tune, meaning you’re under 60, you can U Tube it below, to bring ya up to speed.
Oh yes, I’m the repeat offender
Offending when you’re not around
My greed is such
I offend too much
I’m lonely, sittin’ here, in my cell
Oh yes, I’m the repeat offender
Adrift in a cell of my own
I’ve played the game
but much to my shame
And I’m left here, with my sins to atone.
To steal, is the feeling of a master thief
To steal, when I feel, I can deceive
Oh yes, I’m the repeat offender
Just laughing at you like a clown
I appear to be, what you don’t wanna see
Stealin’ everything that is not nailed down.
Re-offending when you’re not around.
To steal, is the feeling of a master thief
To steal, when I feel, I can deceive.
Yes, I’m a repeat offender
Just hating, my life here, in lock-down
I seem to be, in a cell, you see
I’m waiting to be, taken downtown,
For taking everything that’s around.
