(long instrumental opening)

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
casino lights of neon rising up through the air
up ahead in the distance, I saw the shimmering light
where clocks are banned from casino floor, so people gamble all night.

As I stood in the doorway, I saw a man I knew well.
And I was thinking to myself, he's not in jail but he might go to hell.
And he lit up a scandal, he did not learn the way.
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say...

Let's go, guys, get hotel memorabilia!
This guy stole my stuff!
(This guy stole my stuff!)
Now we're getting rough!

Plenty of dough made from hotel memorabilia!
Gotta get him here
(gotta get him here)
so put down that beer!

His mind is hopelessly twisted. Infamy never ends.
Unh!
He's got a lot of silly, silly boys that he calls friends.
Played with Bills, then with "Broncos." Wears suits-of-sweat.
His tale we remember, we'd like to forget!

So I called up the captain, please come to the door
and do not mess it up now here, like nineteen ninety-four!
And still those voices were calling from far away!
Hauled to jail in the middle of the night, and I heard them say, hey!

That guy, he stole hotel memorabilia!
Now we got O.J.!
(Now we got O.J.!)
This time, he will pay!

Pulling a gun on the hotel memorabilia!
What a nice surprise!
(What a nice surprise!)
There's no alibis!

Concrete is the ceiling, Juice is now on ice.
And he said, "Why am I a prisoner here? I'm one of the good guys!"
And in the judge's chambers, they gather for the feast.
"He didn't use his steely knives, but can we keep locked up this beast?"

Last thing I remembered, I was running for the door.
I really don't wanna watch this trial, like the one before.
"Relax," said the night man. "We are programmed to receive.
You can check other stupid folks! Britney's sure to relieve!"

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