Zim isn’t free, Zim isn’t free, Zim isn’t free
To creep ’round; he’s stuck in hoosegow hostelry.
Zim will be pleased, Zim will be pleased, Zim will not rue
If luck is with him and he beats Murder 2.

He blew ’way they kid. . .seems no one had a view.

Now what happened on that night, only one
Knows the truth; the other party’s life is done.
Zim’s told his story, but is he blowing smoke?
The punditry’s assessments—naught but a joke.

Zim’s nix guilty? Zim’s nix guilty? Zim’s nix guilty?
The court will decide, not the lame punditry.
Zim is guilty? Zim is guilty? Zim’s gonna rue
If the jury convicts him of Murder 2.

If there’s no witness to eye what ensued. . . .
The real problem is the Florida statute
That let’s you kill at will when what’s occurred
Is seen by no one, and there is just your word
About just what happened on some dark night
When you stood your ground instead of taking flight.

Zilch did one see, zilch did one see, zilch did one see. . .
So just the word of the survivor have we.
In Florida if someone’s bugging you,
Blow ’em away, but make sure there’s no one to view.
Did someone see what ensued? ’cause Zim’s charged with Murder 2.