Forego The Knavery

T-Bo said hey nice convertible,Granpere, makes me feel like a Mexican jumping bean.
Granpere said sit down, get your feet off the seat and tell me what is 6 plus 3.
Well I got an A in ‘6’ but a D in ‘3’, so that would be like a 75.
O.K. then T-Bo we got 75 beers to get us to Detroit.
Take a look in the back. See how's that Mic-Mac.
Check and make sure he's still breathing. I don't wanna be driving a corpse thru customs.
No T-Bo said, no Granpere he just lost a little hair.
Hey look, there's two girls hitch-hiking they look like Mic-Macs too,
maybe they could be his wife and daughter, special niece, or girlfriend.
You're right T-Bo, maybe one of ‘em is a nurse and has some bandages or alcohol in her purse.
I don't think I got any more than ten of those 75 beers that are gone.
And T-Bo said,

Forego the knavery.
Get on with some proper behavior.
It says right here my wacky Granpere
should not drink too much of my beer.

The customs man took a look at the lump under the Hudson Bay
in the backseat sandwiched between the two panicky Indian maidens.
Granpere told the guy, hey these two girls have agreed to do my laundry
but they said it was such a mess they wanted to do it in the U.S.
Well, the scales of American justice were looming ominously over the fits
& starts & squeaks & squawks & wisecracks of Granpere & T-Bo.
So T-Bo faked a let, Granpere smirked. And the Mic-Mac rustled in his coma.
The two Iroquois girls were nervous as hell. They'd heard bad things about the Michigan jails.
T-Bo started feeling again like he was a Mexican jumping bean
& Granpere was slapping his pockets wondering what happened to his keys.
And the judge told him,

Forego the knavery.
Get on with some proper behavior.
You crazy mavens, you don't appreciate
the gravity of your situation.

You're charged with operating an unsafe vehicle, DWI, with no license
and having a grandson with no sense.
Transporting female minors across an international boundary
and neglecting the wounds of an injured man looks like he got his head crushed in a foundry.
Granpere said I know it looks bad. Because we're pros. All big stars incognito.
We somehow lost our filming crew. We're making a movie for Hollywood.
The judge said oh well then case dismissed. I hope you weren't inconvenienced by this.
Me and De Laurentis are real good friends. Let me know if we can make amends.
And T-Bo said Yeah, you bastard!

Forego the knavery.
And get on with some proper behavior.
You're sitting up there on that bench
acting like you're the savior.