Illegal left on Sunday morning    On the corner I was warning    Waving widly, wildy warning    Don't take that turn on Sunday morning    A motorcycle cop was waiting    He had to fill his ticket book    On his nerves I was grating    Illegal left that no one took       Maybe I should mind my own    Maybe it's not my concern    But somewhere someone's suffering    And this is an illegal turn       Sunday morning not too far    Someone's taking someone's car    someone's taking someone out    Someone needs you now, no doubt       He told me I should move along    I said, "You've got the whole thing wrong."    I'll stay here, I've got the time    And you can deal with real crime    He didn't like what I was saying    Not at all no not one bit    I didn't see the point in staying    It was fun though I'll admit