DOWN THE ROAD
(To the tune of "Down the Road," from the Kansas album Song for America)
 

I'm in a kind of foolish game
I tried to cover it up, but I'm going insane
The kind of freaks that hang out where the prosecutor works,
They're all wiring interns and testin' skirts
Well, it's a game of cat-and-mouse and I think it's got my soul
I think it's time for thinkin' 'bout a time to roll on down the road

Here come Big Ken; you know he made her go an' spill the beans
He must be crazy; I guess that's why he's so mean
If I tell him I'm leavin', he just might cut me some slack
'Cause he knows I lied in that lawsuit; it's too late to take it back
But I'll slip him a sample DNA 'til I get out of town
When I hit those white lines I'm gonna be gone like ol' Nixon down the road