THE YEAR THEY GOT MATT - A Parody - Don Caron / David Cohen - Parody Project

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Lyrics by David Cohen | Performance and Video by Don Caron

LYRICS TO "THE YEAR THEY GOT MATT"
by David Cohen

On a morning from his desk in Congress
Using keystrokes that will prove he’s slime
He went prowling on the Web like Jeffrey Epstein
Perpetrating a crime

He came out overdone with his big mouth running
Claiming innocence, he could not feign
And offered up some explanations
but they all seemed inane
In the year they got Matt

The Feds will ask him lots of questions
Do his answers lock up with theirs?
Then his life will take a turn but which direction?
bravado disappears

When his defense stalls and he puts up walls
But the evidence still sticks like glue
Those days, he’ll say, "I see my life
Just like a nightmare coming true"
The year they got Matt

Well, the Judge speaks to him sharply
As his eyes fill like dark tides in the sea
He’ll come with hand cuffs which hold firmly
As they take him, to find what's waiting inside
The year they got Matt

Each morning comes and he’s still in there
All his freedoms and dignity gone
‘Cause they’ve stripped away his rights and punched his ticket
So, he has to stay on

While the sordid stains of his life remain
In the rhythm of the day to day
He prays someday, unbound, he'll leave there
But that’s not for him to say
In the year they got Matt
The year they got Matt