Dearly Beloved, We Are Gathered Here Today to Get through This Thing Called Life!—Prince, 0417 COBJ, Vol. 46 No. 4 Pg. 5
Author | Patricia Jarzobski, J. |
CBA President’s Message
Patricia Jarzobski, J.
Dearly Beloved, We Are Gathered Here Today to Get through This Thing Called Life!—Prince I’m taking a break from the typical CBA President’s Message for a light-hearted look at our profession through the lens of lyrics from popular, vintage, and obscure music. Your job is to identify the songs and artists for each part of the story. The answers are in the endnotes.
I received permission from Jim Coyle, Attorney Regulation Counsel, to award one CLE credit to anyone who can identify all of the songs and artists. (Not really-April Fools!)
Have fun! And if you are a music triviaologist and identify all of the songs and artists-let me know. I’d love to hear from you!
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Law School
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ’em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such1
Carroll studied law with a bachelor’s degree
He’d read law books till way in the night
To be the world’s greatest lawyer was his goal in life2
Of course I went to law school and got a law degree
And counseled all my clients to plead insanity[3]
We learned more from a three-minute record, baby
Than we ever learned in school4
Huh let me tell you what I been through when it comes to Sallie
She call me at least twice a day she want her money badly
Calling me from different numbers ooh she think She slick
But I got them all memorized I hit ignore quick . . .
I finished paying Sallie Mae back Mae back5
People try to put us d-down
Just because we g-g-get around
Things they do look awful c-c-cold
I hope I die before I get old
This is my generation6
It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ’n’ roll7
Wake up kids
We’ve got the dreamer’s disease . . .
You’ll be ok, follow your heart8
Practicing Law in Colorado
When I was 19,
I threw my stuff in the car
I headed up to the Rockies, got a job at this bar
Sellin’ beer to the locals, just barely getting by[9]
Tis the land where the columbines grow10
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above
the fruited plain
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I’ve
seen it raining fire in the sky
Yes I’m a ganja planter
Call me
di ganja farmer
Then you better start swimming
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the
times they are a-changin’
Criminal Law
I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns, and money
Dad,
get me out of this
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now
I’ve gone and thrown it all away
She’s filing her nails while they’re dragging the lake
She is
watching the detectives
What I need is a good defense
’Cause
I’m feeling like a criminal
I
fought the law and the law won
Family Law
Love is
a battlefield
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want
your bad romance.
I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I
had the chance
You’re
giving me a million reasons to let you go
The lawyers dwell on small details
Since
daddy had to fly
You serve me
And I’ll serve you . . .
Bring your lawyer
And
I’ll bring mine
Don’t forget to call my lawyers
With
ridiculous demands
Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today . . .
And he
thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play
Send my love to your new lover
Treat
her better
Access to Justice
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights!
Get up,
stand up, don’t give up the fight!
When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been working every day and night.
That’s
how a superhero learns to fly
We are the champions, my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting ’til the end
We are
the champions
Trial
Hear ye, hear ye
The court’s in session
The court’s in session, now
Here
comes the judge
It’s all show business kid
These trials, the whole world, show business
But kid, you’re workin’ with a star, the biggest
Give ’em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle
dazzle ’em
What’s
wrong with being confident?
Here in the courthouse
The whole town was there
I see the judge
High up in the chair
Explain to the courtroom
What went through your mind
And we’ll ask the jury
What
verdict they find
The Daily Grind of Practicing Law
Work
work work work work work
Running on, running on empty
Running on...
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