Isn’t it a bummer, if I finally quit?
But my fnend has sold me out, that little piece of shit!
That business and the others too: he just spilled his guts.
Then - two in plain, two in blue, and the cell door shuts.

Goodbye, my dear, or maybe farewell!
Don’t cry, my dear, and bear no ill will!
But isn’t it a bummer? Isn’t it a waste?
A quarter of my life has just been erased.

The judge declared "25!
See you later, buddy!”
For talk like this I used
to take on anybody!
But now I am feeling low,
my aggro don’t show:
If I see that rat again,
that shit will get bloody!

Goodbye, my dear, or maybe farewell!
Don’t cry, my dear, and bear no ill will!
But isn’t it a bummer? Isn’t it a waste?
A quarter of my life has just been erased.