Well, come ten-thirty I leave that bar an'
I see me a policeman contemplating my car
He said Buddy, You're on a yellow line
I'll give you the ticket, brother
You can pay the fine.
Well, ain't that the way it goes
Ain't that the way it goes
I got a hole in my pocket,
Hate the way I loose my dough
Break
Well I started up my motor, and I drove off with my chick
'Cos, it was getting late and my head was getting thick
Way too late I saw the '57 Oldsmobile
The driver took my number now he's sending me the bill
Well, ain't that the way it goes
Ain't that the way it goes
I got a hole in my pocket,
Hate the way I loose my dough