When I was six, I had my first lady
When I was eight, my first drink
When I was fourteen, I was speeding in the street
What could anybody say to meYou can call me mister, you can call me sir
But don't you point your finger at meI want a mistrial to clear my name
I want a mistrial in front of the people
I want a mistrial to clear my name
I want to bring my case to the people of new york cityWhen I was thirty, my attitude was bad
If I said differently it'd be a lie
But there's some smarts you learn down in the street
That a college education can't buyYou can call me mister, or you can call me sir
But don't you point your finger at me, ohI want a mistrial to clear my name
I want a mistrial in front of the people
I want a mistrial to clear my name
I want to bring my case to in front of the people at new york cityYou can call me mister, or you can call me sir
But don't you point your finger at me, yeahI want a mistrial to clear my name
I want a mistrial in front of the people, i, i
I want a mistrial to clear my name
I want to bring my case to the people at new york cityAnd I said "m-i-s-t-r-i-a-l", mistrial
In front of all the people
I said "m-i-s-t-r-i-a-l", mistrial
In front of the people of new york cityMistrial
.... the people of new york city
I said mistrial
"m-i-s-t-r-i-a-l" ....
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