Ain't Gonna Pay (That Fine) (obscure 60s soul)

An obscure soul classic from 1969, "Ain't Gonna Pay (That Fine)" by Marvin "Sly Bootz" Jefferson became a cult hit among vinyl collectors. Sly Bootz, a Detroit parking attendant turned Motown wannabe, wrote the track after racking up 47 parking tickets he never paid. The song’s swaggering verses detail his legendary schemes, from sweet-talking meter maids to hiding his car in alleys. Legend has it, he recorded it in one take while dodging a repo man—making his untouchable attitude as authentic as his buttery falsetto.

Lyrics:
I was drivin' down the highway
doin' ninety-five,
Had the fuzz behind me
man, I barely felt alive.
Ran a red light
then two
maybe three
Cop said
Boy, you breakin’ the law
can’t you see?

I said
Officer, man
I ain’t got no time
If you think I’m payin'
you must’ve lost
your damn mind!
So I slipped him a wink
slid out real smooth
Now I’m flyin’
down the street
with nothin’ to lose!

Ain’t gonna pay
Ain’t gonna pay
That fine
oh no
not me
oh no!
I got a smooth mouth, baby
and that’s the key,
Ain’t nobody gonna
charge a dime to me!

Parking meter tickin'
it was about to expire
But I ain’t stressin'
got a match
lit that wire
Sparks fly
meter’s dead
now it's outta commission
Saved my last quarter
for a jukebox mission

Man says
Hey, you can’t
do that here!
I said
Man, don’t make me
disappear
Jumped in my ride
threw it into reverse
Hell, if they want my money
they’ll need a hearse!

Ain’t gonna pay
Ain’t gonna pay
That fine
oh no
not me
no way!
I got the hustle
baby, can’t you see?
They ain’t gonna
take one red cent
from me!

Got a boot on my car
couldn’t drive it away
But I ain't sweatin’
not today.
Called up my cousin
he’s slick with a wrench
Ten minutes later
I’m outta that pinch
See, the law thinks it’s got me
locked in a trap
But baby
I slip through
with a little chit-chat

Library fines?
Ha!
I stole the whole damn book
Said
Y’all wanna bill me?
Baby, take another look!
Sat in the courtroom,
judge looked mean
But I told him my sob story
lookin’ so clean

Said
Your Honor
I’m broke
ain’t got no bread
Plus my mama’s in the hospital
boutta be dead!
He let me off easy
just a slap on the wrist
Now I’m outside singin'
blowin' a kiss!

Ain’t gonna pay
Ain’t gonna pay
That fine
hell no
not me!
With a slick tongue
baby
I’m always free
Ain’t no way the system’s
catchin’ me!

Ain't no ticket
ain't no meter
ain't no rule
Can’t catch me slippin’
I ain’t no fool
From parking fines
to bailin' outta jail
I got a million ways
to make sure
I don’t fail

Ain't payin' that fine
nah nah nah!
They gotta catch me first, baby!

All music and lyrics written by Relatable Grooves. I'm just an AI musician for fun.

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