Talk to My Lawyer Songtext
von Chuck Brodsky

Well, I was walking outside of City Hall

I slipped & I had a terrible fall

It was negligence on the part of I don't care who
I fell so hard I was seeing stars
Dollar signs and men from Mars
And the man who helped me up said I ought to sue
He was a lawyer
He was all out of breath
Well, Once I had an accident
Not too bad just a little dent

A new Mercedes hit me from the rear
A man got out in a 3 piece suit & asked if a thousand dollars would do
I said, "Well, let me think for a minute here"
I'm gonna talk to my lawyer
I might have whiplash


I might have trauma
Let's not talk petty cash
I've got a witness
To put a hand on the Bible
Jury jury hallelujah
You might be liable
Well, My Momma said to Uncle Jim
"I just don't know what's wrong with him

That son of mine is a no-good big wazoo"
Well, I have never overheard
Such a bunch of slanderous words
I'll tell you Momma
I've got a mind to sue
I'm gonna talk to my lawyer
Momma, that was vicious

Defamation of character
Wrongful and malicious
I've got a witness
To put a hand on the Bible
Jury jury hallelujah
You might be liable, Mama
Well, I was trying to open up my map
When I spilled some coffee on my lap


How was I supposed to know it was going to be hot?
I went back to that fast food place
To the manager with the happy face
I said, "I want the name of whoever brewed that pot"
I'm gonna talk to my lawyer
I think I've got a pretty good case
All I need are some crutches
Maybe I'll put on a neck brace
I've got a witness
To put a hand on the Bible
Jury jury hallelujah
Somebody's liable