Jazzland Bandits - Welcome To Your New Life

I haven't seen a cop this bad
 Since Guttenburgs' Mahoney
 The sheriffs and the sandwiches
 Are both filled with bologna
 There's a cold hard metal bed
 Next to a cold hard metal crapper
 And a cold hard metal chair
 Next to the prosthetic-legged rapper
 From the top of the Zephyr
 To the bottom of the barrel
 In monochromatic and itchy ill fitting apparel
 There's a trainee and a geezer
 With an ugly singing horde
 There's a dozen of us harmonizing to another inmates' snore
 There's a short little gangsta using a pen for a knife
 As a Jon Gosselin doppelganger
 Welcomes me to my new life
 His wife can't take care of their dog
 So I laugh at him in Walgreens
 And I flip him off just like a pog
 And now I suppose you know how the story goes
 Of the Jazzland Bandits drinking Cobras and Lokos
 And now I suppose you know how the story goes
 Of those Jazzland Bandits when they're drinking those
 Four Lokos
 Those four Lokos