I did not kill my wife, I did not slash her with a knife. I did not bonk her on the head, I did not even know that she was dead. I stayed at home that fateful night, I took a limo, then a flight. That bag I had was just for me, my bag! my bag! Kato leave that bag 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, my friend he took me for a ride, slowly through L.A. and from side to side. From Norht to South, we took a slow ride, but from the cops we could not hide. My trial it lasted for a year, a year, a year, locked up in here. The DNA, the hem, the haw, the circus hype the viewers saw. The lawyers cried "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 do it with a knife, did you take this persons life? I did not do it with a knife, I would not, could not, kill my wife. Did you hit her from above, did you drop this bloody glove? I did not hit her from above, Hell, I can't even put on that bloody glove! The glove you see did not fit, My lawyer says you must aquit. Aquit, because the cops all lied, aquit, aquit, my lawyers cried. The jury came back, verdict in hand, then silence fell across the land. Not guilty, not guilty they did decree, not guilty, not guilty, now set him free. So no I'm free, I can return to my house for which I yearn. And to my family whom I love, now please return my other glove! ( Don Kellogg Oldies 105.1, KOSP)