I'm running
Yes, before it's too late
Trying to get away
From that jail bait
It's a rough temptation
But a common invitation
And a good association
But a quick elimination
That will take you out of circulation
Yes, I'm talking about that younger generation
So take my advice fellas
For goodness sake
15, 16, 17 that's jail bait
Now they swear that they're in love
That you and her got stars above
And she's lookin' mighty good
Just like a young girl should
Well we try to tell you no
And let that young girl go
But you, you know it all
You have yourself a ball
And now that it's too late
As you look from cell number eight
I tried to tell you, old mate
17 and a half is still jail bait
So tomorrow's the date
For the trial of jail bait
And this you watch and see
The young girl will go free
And you'll get one to three
So out the door she walks
To another man she talks
Before you can count
From one to eight
Another man in for
Jail bait
Please, Mister Judge
If you just let me go this time
I won't mess with them young girls no more
I swear I'm not gonna bother them no more, Mister Judge
I ain't gonna bother none fifteen
I ain't gonna bother none sixteen
I ain't gonna bother none seventeen
I ain't gonna mess with none eighteen
I'm gonna leave them twenty-year-old ones alone too
I'm gonna get me a girl about forty-two
If you just believe what I say and let me go, Mister Judge
Please Mister Judge, I ain't gonna bother them young girls no more
Gimme a break, Mister Judge
Please Mister Judge
