Ala bam a
Mike Tyson left the bar,
He'd won another fight,
He couldn't find his car,
So he stole one just for spite.
He'd had too much to drink,
His tongue was thick and swollen,
Blue lights in his mirror did blink,
He was drunk, the car was stolen.
Now Tyson's not too intelligent,
That's known by several folks,
Most of his reputation,
Is told in silly jokes.
The cop asked him for his license,
Mike said; "I've only had ten beers?
And I haven't had a thing to eat,
Could you lend me an ear?"
The cop said step out please,
Place your hands behind your back,
Put your ass in my back seat,
And shut your "high pitched" trap!
You've got no "title" as a boxer,
No title to this car,
You're "en-titled" to a lawyer,
The prosecutor's Kenneth Starr.
[This message has been edited by Toerag (edited 10-27-1999).]