Bye bye Ronnie, Ronnie goes to jail

Nancy hocks her furs for bail

Oral Roberts prays for money in the mail

Ronnie baby your ass is on the rail

Go ahead Ronnie turn yourself in

Sit and tell us all your sins

You can take a slug of my gin

This is where the party begins

You knew about ran all the while

Now you wanna claim you're senile

Sorry Dutch you'll be cruising

No more cabinet meeting snoozing

We won't have to hear your boast

Now that your ass is in the roast

We'll be partying coast to coast

To this is what drink and toast