The accused knows
his way here by heart, but I cannot tell the jury
He came here just
two years ago, ninety passengers he did have in tow
He pleaded guilty
and to jail did go, you cannot imagine my flat fury
Too prejudicial
the Judge did say, they will convict if that way you play
You need to find
another way, to prove he knew where he was going
Two different
stories he has told, to different people before he was paroled
Of how the came
here in the cold, and destination he was knowing
I think the Judge
has got it wrong, I am not happy but I go along
Locked in jail he
does belong, ‘cause it’s twice he’s been a smuggler
But I am not
worried, our case is strong, he’ll be in a cell before too long
Even though it
will prolong, of the facts I am a juggler
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