Date: Fri, 07 Feb 1997 22:48:35 -0800
Organization: Access Nevada Inc.

Subject: O.J. STORY by Dr. Seusse

I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife.
I did not bonk her on the head.
I did not know that she was dead.

I stayed at home that fateful night.
I took a limo, then took a flight.
The bag I had was just for me,
My bag! My bag! Hey, leave it 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, he took me for a ride
All through L.A., from side to side
From north to south we took a ride.
But from the cops we could not hide.

My trial lasted for a year.
A year! A year! Just sitting here!
The DNA, the hem, the haw!
The circus-hype the viewer saw!

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 take this persons life?
Did you do it with THIS knife?


I did not do it with a knife!
I did not, could not kill my wife.
I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not anytime.

Did you hit her from above?
Did you drop this bloody glove?

I did not hit her from above.
I cannot even wear that glove.
I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.
I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not anytime.

The glove you see it does not fit!
The lawyers say you must acquit.
Acquit because the cops all lied.
Acquit, acquit, the lawyers cried.

The jury came back, verdict in hand.
And silence fell across the land.
Not Guilty! Not Guilty! they did decree.
Not Guilty! Not Guilty! now set him free.

And now I'm free, I can return
To my house for which I yearn.
And to my family whom I love.
Now would you please return my glove?