California Psychopath

I wanna tell you all a story about a notorious California Psychopath
Who was chocking on the monthly alimony he had to shell out to his better half
And considering his pathetic motion picture career was on a definite downward trend
His only recourse evidently was to bring her existence to a grisly end

Well the evidence strongly suggested that he surely had a hand in the dirty deed
It's been reported that he been agitated by his ex-wife's constant disrespect and greed
But the jury couldn't seem to get past the celebrity status of ol number three two
You can be sure they'd be dusting off that electric chair had it been me or you

Well it happens that the Juice was fortunate to have all that status, wealth and fame
and a stalwart jury of his peers who incidently couldn't even pronounce his first name
My, how they gasped when the glove seemed a tad bit too tight upon his hand
And his freedom was secured when the prosecutor put a racist cop on the witness stand

Then there's Kato sitting there with his golly gee dumfounded look upon his grill
Who couldn't remember exactly what it was that he heard outside his window sill
And Mr Parks said he buzzed the bell, rapped the door and rang the front door gong
But he swore he never saw Orenthal playing with his balls on his manicured Brentwood Lawn

Mr Cowens couldn't be there because his Bronco was being detailed at a local dealership
And they couldn't subpoena the old maid who just coincidently had taken an unexpected trip
Barry and the defense convinced the jury the DNA had been severely compromised
by being left in the trunk of Van Natter's cruiser while at Duncan Donuts unsupervised

No I wouldn't advice you go out and solve all your marital problems with a kitchen knife
It's awfully lucky for him that OJ Simpson didn't have Lorenna Bobbit as his wife
T'was the day the people let loose another California Psychopath