When the little sensation gets in your way Isn't it amazing you can do anything Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish No ambition whisperin' over your shoulder Temporary towers soar Til there are no stars anymore If there's a goal that everyone

Case open, case shut Isn't it tragic? But you could pay to close it like a casket The D.A. is dressed to the nines In the mirror he practices all his lines To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper