Five Short Minutes - Jim Croce

Well, she was standing by my dressing room after the show

Asking for my autograph and asked if she could go

Back to my motel room

But the rest is just a tragic tale

Because five short minutes of lovin'

Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Well, like a fool in a hurry I took her to my room

She casted me in plaster while I sang her a tune

Then I said, 'Ooh, ooee!

Sure was a tragic tale

Because five short minutes of lovin'

Done brought me twenty long years in jail'

Well, then a judge and a jury sat me in a room

They say that robbin' the cradle is worse than robbin' the tomb

Then I said «Ooh, ooee!

Sure was a tragic tale'

(Wasn't worth it, wasn’t worth it!)

'Because five short minutes of lovin'

Done brought me twenty long years in jail'

And when I get out of this prison gonna be forty-five

I’ll know I used to like to do it but I won’t remember why

(Wasn't worth it, wasn’t worth it!)

I’ll say, 'Ooh, ooee!

Sure was a tragic tale

Because five short minutes of lovin'

Done brought me twenty long years in jail'

'Because five short minutes of lovin'

Done brought me twenty long years in jail'