Not what Don had in mind
To The tune of Don McLean’s “American Pie”
A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How faith in Justice used to make me smile.
And I hoped, given half a chance
The Law would make Ciavarella dance
And, maybe, he’d be honest for a while.
February made Him shiver
When the verdict was delivered.
Good news on the doorstep;
Mark couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his wounded pride,
But please throw him deep inside
The day the Judge got fried.
So Bye-bye Mr. “Kids for Cash” guy
Took a million dollar finders fee
but doesn’t know why
It was nuthin’ a but a bribe
and now he must comply
Singing, “Damn, I thought I was so sly”
Singing, “Damn, I thought I was so sly”
Did they take off the gloves,
And did you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Did you believe the Scooch could roll,
That the pleas could save your mortal soul,
And will you end up on the dole?
Well, we know that you were in bed with them
`cause we saw your bank accounts were not so slim.
The Bob’s kicked back to youse.
Man, I dig that finder’s fee’s ruse.
Kids for cash made you all big bucks
A juvenile lock up and a big fat yacht,
But I knew you was out of luck
The day the Judge got fried.
I started singin’,
Bye-bye, Mr. Kids for Cash Guy
Kept the juvie center filled
while their mommies did cry
Took a million dollar finder’s fee
and now must comply
Singing, Damn I thought I was so sly.
God damn, I thought I was so sly.
Now for ten years you were on the throne
And you grew fat on the kids bones,
But that’s not how it’s supposed to be.
When the feds came in and shut down your scene,
You right away tried to cop a plea
But the feds they were just too mean,
Oh, and while the IRS was poking round,
Your pension fund went down.
The courtroom was adjourned;
The verdict was returned.
And while Powell sang like a lark,
Mericle’s firm went dark,
And justice was dancing in the park
The day the Judge got fried.
We started singin’,
Bye-bye, Mr. Kids for Cash Guy
Kept the juvie center filled
while their mommies did cry
Took a million dollar finder’s fee
and now must comply
Singing, Damn I thought I was so sly.
God damn, I thought I was so sly.
Helter skelter in a kick-back swelter.
The kids shipped off to a juvenile center,
39 counts and holding fast.
You landed foul on your ass.
The lawyers tried for a forward pass,
With the public on the sidelines watching at last.
Now the jury was back in their room
While the media played a funeral tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, am I glad we got the chance!
`cause the lawyers tried to take the field;
The Feds refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed?
The day the Judge got fried?
We started singin’,
Bye-bye, Mr. Kids for Cash Guy
Kept the juvie center filled
while their mommies did cry
Took a million dollar finder’s fee
and now must comply
Singing, Damn I thought I was so sly.
God damn, I thought I was so sly.
Oh, and there we were all in Kosik’s place,
A Federal Courthouse is the right space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Flora be nimble, Nuzzo be quick!
The defense lawyers sure were slick
Cause rent payments are the Judges best defense.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stand
The guy who once behaved so grand.
Sentencing kids to living hell
Just to make his bank account swell.
I prayed and hoped the jury got it right
To lock the Judge up tight,
I saw justice blinded by the light
The day the Judge got fried.
We started singin’,
Bye-bye, Mr. Kids for Cash Guy
Kept the juvie center filled
while their mommies did cry
Took a million dollar finder’s fee
and now must comply
Singing, Damn I thought I was so sly.
God damn, I thought I was so sly.
There was a girl who sang the blues
Her big bad crime, some Facebook news,
But she got screwed and sent away.
Judge Ciavarella sentenced her to more
Then burglars got years before,
And just went home to count his pay.
Now in the streets: the children screamed,
The mommies cried, and the reporters creamed.
The final word was spoken;
The Judges back was broken.
And the thing that I admire most:
For the fathers, sons, and the mommies most,
They put Mark’s feet in the fire, and they will roast
The day the Judge got fried.
And now He’s singing
Bye-Bye My Kids for Cash ploy
I Kept my Juvie Center filled
I wasn’t very coy
Took the million dollars finder’s fee
(spoken) And now I’m going to jail? Oh Boy!
Got get me a lawyer who’s sly.
Gotta find a freakin’ lawyer who’s sly.
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