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John Q. Congress became a man

In the mean streets of Happyburb

Spent his allowance at Dairy Queen

Jumped his Stingray off the curb

Rose to fame in the Little League

It was there without a doubt

That he came to love the concept of

Three Strikes and You’re Out

They sent John Q to Washington

Just to toss around the old horsehide

Then he threw 'em a curve or two

Pretty soon he was high and inside

So he drafted a crime bill

It was John Q’s finest clout

And he gave it a name after the game

Called it Three Strikes and You’re Out

You hit a serious foul or two

And you’re right back at the plate

But swing and miss on the third time

And your bills are paid by the state

«Don't you worry 'bout healthcare,»

John Q stated, feelin' stout

«'Cause everyone is covered under

Three Strikes and You’re Out.»

John Q knew it was workin'

When they closed all the public schools

All the neighborhood libraries

All the playgrounds, parks and pools

And the kids went to prison camp

Poundin' gravel and scrubbin' the grout

Had the warden bind their hands behind 'em

For Three Strikes and You’re Out

John Q Congress, he robbed a bank

With a pistol he had stole

Hijacked a tour bus across state lines

Didn’t even pay the turnpike toll

And the judge said, «Strike Three, John

I oughta sentence you life in the dugout

But I’m not inclined to put you in a bind

'Cause you’re not the kind the bill was designed

To keep confined and out of mind

And Justice is blind with one hand tied behind her

For Three Strikes and You’re Out.»

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