Nor frisked a hayseed’s leather
Ain’t got no fear of judge or jail
Nor de cops all put together
Dey’ll never pinch him. Hully gee!
Dat ain’t no loss!
Dey’ll never mug him for de Gallery.
He’ll never git no third degree
(Like what de bulls once giv’ to me.
I’ll say dey earn’t their salary.
I come across!!)