Whatcha Gonna Bring Me?

A fun swing tune about an unscrupulous lawyer.

You wanna talk, use your one call on that jail line
You wanna walk, but the law is seeking hard time
You want my trust, we both know you can’t afford it
Sell your things, sell your rings, sell your bling and vain adornments
Cause the only motivation that can get me out of bed
To pull the wool over the eyes of the better off dead
Is a tale as old as crime and lady justice who ain’t blind
But before we speak of you we gotta get to what’s mine

Tell me what, what, whatcha gonna bring me
What, what, whatcha gonna bring me
I know you know I know I never ever work for free
And if you’re wanting that for you, you gotta first take care of me
Tell me what, what, whatcha gonna bring me
What, what, whatcha gonna bring me
I won’t ask too many questions, but the ones I do count
I better like your answers or you’ll never ever get out of there

You wanna talk, but the less I know the better
You wanna walk, but these facts are your fetters
We need their trust, we both know we need to fake it
Give me something real fast, or you’re never gonna make it
I’ve made a good livin’ fishin’ bottom of the barrel
Presenting men as tame that are clearly feral
It’s your last chance to pull a rabbit from your hat
Give me something I can use and watch me work my magic

Tell me what, what, whatcha gonna bring me
What, what, whatcha gonna bring me
I know you know I know I can’t do this on my own
Find me someone who will lie so I can send you home
Tell me what, what, whatcha gonna bring me
What, what, whatcha gonna bring me
I don’t ask too many questions, but the ones I do count
I better like your answers or you’ll never ever get out of there

I’ve done all I can, but the jury has the final say
A concerto on their heart strings I have played
Sometimes you have an inkling but you never really know
Till the foreman reads the verdict just how it’s gonna go
It’s time to rise and face ‘em
All goes quiet in anticipation

The suspense is intense

Tell me what, what, whatcha gonna bring me
What, what, whatcha gonna bring me
I know you know I know we can file an appeal
But your best hope is now, if I had to be real

Tell me what, what, whatcha gonna bring me
What, what, whatcha gonna bring me
I don’t ask too many questions, but the ones I do count
We better like their answers or you’ll never ever get out

Tell me what, what, whatcha gonna bring me
What, what, whatcha gonna bring me
You know I know you’re nervous on your judgment day
While I’m as cool as cat, cause I get paid either way

Tell me what, what, whatcha gonna bring me
What, what, whatcha gonna bring me
I don’t ask too many questions, but the ones I do count
We better like their answer or you’ll never ever get out of there
Whatcha gonna bring me
You’ll never get out of there
Whatcha gonna bring me

Oh, don’t be stingy, tell me what ya gonna bring me