Evidence - John Cale

This the morning after

The one’s the night before

They’re calling at your window

They’re calling at you door

I wish I could remember what I did last night

If I was a good boy

Or if I started a fight

They’re coming down for breakfast

The butcher and his wife

He’s looking very angry

She’s sitting very still

I hope to get it worked out soon

Of for sure I will

So much, so much for the evidence

So much, so much for the evidence

Well, something’s at the the OK Coral

They’re hanging Jesse James

The naked lady’s vanished

The policemen are on parade

Then along comes Sherlock Holmes

That that lucky seven percent

He’s just got back from Angola

Sniffing cocaine in the tent

So much, so much for the evidence