I'm running Yes before it's too late Trying to get away From that jail bait
It's a rough temptation But a common invitation And a good association But a quck elimination That will take you out of circulation Yes I'm talking about that younger generation
So take my advice fellas For goodness sake 15, 16, 17 that's jail bait
Now they swear that they're in love That you and her got stars above And she's lookin mighty good Just like a young girl should
Well we try to tell ya no And let that young girl go But you you know it all You have yourself a ball
And now that it's too late As you look from cell number 8 I tried to tell yo old mate 17 and 1/2 is still jail bait
So tomorrow's the date For the trial of jail bait And this you watch and see The young girl will go free And you'll get one to three
So out the door she walks To another man she talks Before you can count From one to eight Another man in for Jail bait.
Please mister judge If you just let me go this time I won't mess with them young girls no more I swear I'm not gunna bother them no more Mister Judge
I ain't gunna bother nothin fifteen I ain't gunna bother nothin sixteen I ain't gunna bother nothin seventeen I ain't gunna mess with none at eighteen
I'm gunna leave the twenty year old ones alone too Gunna get me a girl about forty-two If you just believe what I say and let me go Mister Judge Please Mister Judge I ain't gunna bother then young girls no more