Paris Hilton's lush fund was taken for a ride
For our driving drunk laws she'd not abide
When the judge was lenient Paris kept driving
It wasn't when he slapped her wrist that she'd do anything
So she was sent to ‘da big house’ locked away from mummy
The press camped in the courtyard acting much too chummy
The cops were like the warden waiting to dispose
Of this Hilton jailbird that thumbed up her nose

Paris is a jailbird and now she’s gonna try
Make a diff’rence somehow (great alibi)
When her cell door’s opened, reality will sting
Find herself on a city bus, cause she can’t go driving
Seeing Paris both cry and pout used to be so funny
Should say a prayer for Paris, lost her faith in money
Although it will be regained quickly I suppose
See her start a new trend by wearing orange clothes!