I behaved like a regular cad;
But that sort of thing is all over.
I’m now a respectable chap,
And shine with a virtue resplendent,
An therefore I haven’t a scrap
Of sympathy with the defendant!
He shall treat us with awe,
If there isn’t a flaw,
Singing so merrily—Trial-la-law!
Trial-la-law—Trial-la-law!