The Governor of New York got caught with his hand in the cookie jar...I think that's her name.
Story behind the song
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.