A Song For Shills

It wasnít me I swear, Iím just a patsy,
I wouldnít/couldnít do that, Iím a patsy,

Me? I never shot anyone,
Iíve never even owned a gun,

Iím just a ordinary guy, a patsy.

Me shoot the President? Donít be a prat, see,
It was the CIA, it couldnít not be,
It must have been an inside job;
Perhaps he was hit by the Mob?
I donít know who it was, but it was not me.

How can you say my prints were on the trigger?
Me murder J.D. Tippit? Doesnít figure!


Yes, it was a conspiracy,
That Ruby had it in for me,


Thereís never been a frame up that was bigger.

Youíd have to be a moron not to credit
The books by all the cranks who say they geddit;
The Warren Report was a joke,
They sold you a pig in a poke,


I know thatís true because I never read it.

It wasnít me I swear, Iím just a patsy,
I wouldnít/couldnít do that, Iím a patsy,
The loony conspiracy crowd
Have made their fortunes screaming loud,


And on their vast outpourings theyíve grown fat, see?

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