Get yourself cooler. Lay yourself low. Coincidental murder. With nothing to show. With the judge’s constipation. Will go to his head. And his wife’s aggravation. You’ll soon end up dead. It’s the same old story. Same old song and dance my friend. It’s the same old story. Same old song and dance my friend. Gotcha with the cocaine. They found with your gun. No smooth face laywer. Could get ya undone. Say love ain’t the same. On the south side of town. You could look. But you ain’t gonna find it around. It’s the same old story. Same old song and dance my friend. It’s the same old story. Same old story. Same old song and dance. Fate comes a-knockin’. Doors start lockin’. Your old time connection. Change your direction. You ain’t gonna change it. Can’t rearrange it. Can’t stand the pain. When it’s all the same to you my friend. When you’re low down and dirty. From walkin’ the street. With your old hurdy gurdy. No one to meet. Said love ain’t the same. On the south side of town. You could look. But you ain’t gonna find it around. It’s the same old story. Same old song and dance my friend. It’s the same old story. Same old story. Same old song and dance