Me and G.B, we ain´t never gonna confess We cheated at the math test We carved some dirty words in our desk Well now it´s time for recess
Old man waitin´ by the monkey bars Tradin´ all his ball cards And they promised him a gold star And they told him he could go far
Hey Mr. Bluelegs Where are you takin´ me? I´m like a lifer In the state penitentiary If I keep my nose clean I won´t get my eyes shined But I´m proud to be Public animal number nine
License plates are, are runnin´ Out of my ears I´d give a month of cigarettes For just a couple of lousy beers
Or even a bottle of Real cheap wine But that´s the price you pay to be Public animal number nine, number nine
Hey Mrs. Cranston Where are you takin´ me? I feel like a lifer In the state penitentiary She wanted an Einstein But she got a Frankenstein Yeah, I´m proud to be Public animal number nine
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