With apologies to the Eurythmics.
Well he's a born investigational digger
He's a born investigational kid
And if he had a dollar bill
For every crime he's solved
There'd be a mountain of money
Piled up to his head
My mother told me good
My mother told me strong
She said be true to yourself
And you can't go wrong
But there's just one thing
That you must understand
You can fool with your brother --
But don't mess with a prosecutor man
Don't mess with a prosecutor man
Don't mess with a prosecutor man
Well the prosecutor man
He got Law on his side
He got the cops and the judges
Backin' up from behind
Black-eyed looks from those Legal books
He's a man investigatin'
Got a serious mind.
There was a woman in the party
And a quail up in a tree
The prosecutor man he was followin' me
He said stop what you're doing
Get down on your knees
I've got subpoenas for you
That you better believe...
(Chorus repeats...)