While standin' on the corner,
Not doin'any harm
Along came a policeman,
And took me by the arm.

He dragged me round the corner,
And rang a little bell,
Along came a squadcar,
That took me to my cell.

I woke up in the morning,
And looked upon the wall,
The bedbugs and the cooties,
Were havin'a game of ball.

The score was 6 to nothin',
The cooties were ahead,
The bedbugs hit a homerun,
And knocked me outa bed.

I went down to my breakfast,
The toast was hard and stale,
The coffee tasted like tobacco juice
Right outa the County Jail.

Automatic butter,
Systematic cheeses,
Indian rubber corn flakes,
And double-jointed peas.