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Love Client Number 9
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The Governor of New York got caught with his hand in the cookie jar...I think that's her name.
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New lyrics by Steve Bryant

Tue Mar 11, 2008
Comedy : Political Humor
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About the song
The federal government referred to him as Client 9. After that, the song virtually wrote itself.
Love Client Number 9
New Lyrics by Steve Bryant

I took my junk down to a high priced whore
The way I had so many times before.
Then I got busted, guess I should resign
It looks like it's over for Love Client Number 9.

I was the Governor of New York State.
The kind of guy the people like to hate.
Tried to stop Payola, thought I was divine
Too bad I was only, Love Client Number 9.

I’d bend down, turn them around and take a blue pill.
Didn’t cost me a dime, ‘cause the state paid the bill.
Every fantasy in my life they’d fulfill.
I’ll get some rest and a blood test…move to Brazil.

Thought I was smart, but I was just a sap.
Caught me red-handed with a wiretap.
I was a fool, watch my career decline.
Pretty soon I might be…federal prisoner Number 9.


I’ll get some rest and a blood test…move to Brazil.

They didn’t get me in a hooker sting.
They’re gonna charge me big for structuring.
If I go to prison, they’ll give me raisin wine.
And show me what it feels like…federal prisoner Number 9.