I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife. 
I did not bonk her on the head.
I did not know that she was dead. 

I stayed at home that fateful night. 
I took a cab, then took a flight.
The bag I had was just for me.
My bag! My bag! hey, leave it be! 

When I came home I had a gash.
My hand was cut from broken glass. 
I cut my hand on broken glass.
A broken glass did cause that gash. 

My friend, he took me for a ride. 
All through LA, from side to side.
From north to south, we took a ride. 
But from the cops we could not hide. 

My trial lasted for a year.
A year! A year! just sitting here! 
The DNA, the HEM-The HAW!
The circus-hype The viewers saw!
A year! A year! just sitting here!
And lawyers charge by the hour I fear! 

If I'm found guilty I will appeal! 
Appeal! Appeal! I will appeal!
I'll wheedle and whine- I'll cut a deal! If it's "not guilty" so glad 
I'll feel

Did you do this awful crime?
Did you do this anytime?

I did not do this awful crime. 
I could not, would not anytime. 

Did you take this person's life? 
Did you do it with a knife?

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife. 
I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not anytime. 

Did you hit her from above.
Did you drop this bloody glove? 

I did not hit her from above.
I cannot even wear that glove. 
I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife. 
I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not, anytime. 

And now I'm free, I can return 
To my house for which I yearn. 
And to my family whom I love.
Hey now I'm free- Give back my glove!!!!!