And I walked over to the bench there, and there’s Group W is where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committin’ your special crime.
There was all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly-lookin’ people on the bench there. There was mother-rapers father-stabbers father-rapers! Father-rapers sittin’ right there on the bench next to me!
And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible and crime fightin’ guys were sittin’ there on the bench, and the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one the meanest Father-raper of them all was comin’ over to me, and he was mean and ugly and nasty and horrible and all kinds of things, and he sat down next to Me.
He said, “Kid, what’d you get?”
I said, “I didn’t get nothin’. I had to pay fifty dollars and pick up the garbage.”
He said, “What were you arrested for, kid?” and I said, “litterin’”
And they all moved away from me on the bench there, with the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean, nasty things, till I said, “And creatin’ a nuisance”
And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench talkin’ about crime, mother-stabbin’, father-rapin’, all kinds of groovy things that we was talkin’ about on the bench, and everything was fine.