It's rolling round the ‘Belt
And I ain't seen the sunshine since my guilty plea got dealt,
I'm stuck in Falls Church prison, and I’m gettin’ pale
But that Porsche keeps a rollin' on down to Annandale.
When I was just a Phillie, my mama told me: Jayse,
Always be a good boy, only pennants you should race.
But I drove my car one Sunday to see if it would fly
When I heard that siren wailing, I hung my head to cry.
I bet there's rich folks leadin’a fancy parade from the front
They're probably drinkin' champagne and smoking big ass blunts.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But that Beltway keep a movin'
And that's what drives D.C...
Well if they freed me from this prison,
Sprung my sports car from the pen
I bet I'd drive it faster, maybe one hundred, ten
Far from Falls Church prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'll bet that jagoff Harper will follow me some day….