The federal government referred to him as Client 9. After that, the song virtually wrote itself.
Lyrics
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.
(Instrumental)
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.
