Foremen (The)
Three Strikes and You're Out
John Q. Congress became a manIn the mean streets of HappyburbSpent his allowance at Dairy QueenJumped his Stingray off the curbRose to fame in the Little LeagueIt was there without a doubtThat he came to love the concept ofThree Strikes and You're Out They sent John Q to WashingtonJust to toss around the old horsehideThen he threw 'em a curve or twoPretty soon he was high and insideSo he drafted a crime billIt was John Q's finest cloutAnd he gave it a name after the gameCalled it Three Strikes and You're Out You hit a serious foul or twoAnd you're right back at the plateBut swing and miss on the third timeAnd your bills are paid by the state"Don't you worry 'bout healthcare,"John Q stated, feelin' stout,"'Cause everyone is covered underThree Strikes and You're Out." SongtexteJohn Q knew it was workin'When they closed all the public schoolsAll the neighborhood libraries,All the playgrounds, parks and poolsAnd the kids went to prison campPoundin' gravel and scrubbin' the groutHad the warden bind their hands behind 'emFor Three Strikes and You're Out John Q Congress, he robbed a bankWith a pistol he had stoleHijacked a tour bus across state linesDidn't even pay the turnpike tollAnd the judge said, "Strike Three, John,I oughta sentence you life in the dugoutBut I'm not inclined to put you in a bind'Cause you're not the kind the bill was designedTo keep confined and out of mindAnd Justice is blind with one hand tied behind herFor Three Strikes and You're Out."
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