Lyrics
I didn’t know she was only seventeen
I didn’t know she was as hot as could be Tell me, doctor, give me the news
Do I win or do I lose?
Hey, bartender, keep filling my cup
I don’t know but I think she’s knocked up And it’s a Violation, a violation
Violation, a violation
Oh, mister jailer, you give me the blues
Don’t lock me up, I got too much to lose
Now listen, judge, tell me what can I do?
I ain’t ready for the hangman’s noose
Don’t mess around with old lady luck
You’ll die in hell if you think she’s knocked up And it’s a Violation, a violation
Violation, a violation
Violation, a violation
Violation, a violation
Violation, a violation
Violation, a violation
Violation, a violation
Violation, a violation