Lyrics Loudon Wainwright III

Loudon Wainwright III

O.J.

Well, I need a lot of OJ

I'm afraid I gotta say

Freshly squeezed from my TV set

Every single day

Marcia Clark and Johnny Cochran

They provide vitamin C

I love Lance, Christopher Darden

And that crusty old F. Lee

If I lived in California

Or some other Western state

Then I could get it in the morning

And I wouldn't have to wait

For my fix of OJ

It's just like a shot of dope

With all it's aspects of Greek tragedy

It's better than a soap

Oh, and the white folks, black folks, brown folks at the bar and on the stand

Oh, in the matching glasses there's the bearded yellow man

There's blood and mud and tears and gloves and coverage never stops

Experts, nest door neighbors, sex and drugs and dogs and cops

Marcia's marriage broken, Johnny beat up his ex-wife

Tell me, with this cast of characters who needs to get a life?

I'll bet Bailey and Shapiro they still hate each others guts

The dream team needs Colin Ferguson, somebody really nuts

Hey, let's not forget the victims, even though they're hardly there

Except for drops of blood and DNA on socks and hair

Sometime's it's all in Spanish, tell me did you know

That when she says, "I don't remember," what she really means is, "No."

Oh, and the white folks, black folks, brown folks at the bar and on the stand

Oh, in the matching glasses there's the bearded yellow man

There's blood and mud and tears and gloves and coverage never stops

Experts, nest door neighbors, cleaning ladies, dogs and cops

Kato Kaelin is a hero, Fong and Fuhrman both are bums

Every juror gets a book deal, everybody wants some crumbs

And it may all end in mistrial, we may do it all again

Maybe we'll get a verdict in the year 2010

OJ rolls his eyes toward Heaven - does he deserve to burn in hell?

And the camera rarely leaves him, it's got a tale to sell

And we're glued to our TV sets, focused on one soul

It's bigger than the budget, Bosnia, the Super Bowl

And I wanna visit Bundy, take a trip to Rockingham

I wanna drive a Bronco - I've forgotten who I am

All those legal experts on Geraldo, they're so sharp and smart and cool

They work the system - it's not perfect, you perfect that in law school

Oh, and the white folks, black folks, brown folks at the bar and on the stand

Oh, in the matching glasses there's the bearded yellow man

There's blood and mud and tears and gloves and coverage never stops

Experts, nest door neighbors, sex and drugs and dogs and cops

Those experts, nest door neighbors, cleaning ladies, dogs and cops