Door waves. "I'm D--- uh, Entrance, and I'm here to sing a song about taking justice into your own hands."

She's not always in key, but she's... enthusiastic. And singing the word 'Bubba' with a London accent.

We were all down at Margie's bar
Telling stories if we had one.
Someone fired the old jukebox up-
The song, it sure was a sad one.
A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose
From the pain the song was inflicting
And all at once he jumped to his feet
Just like somebody kicked him!

Bubba shot the juke box last night,
Said it played a sad song, made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a forty five
Bubba shot the juke box last night.

Bubba ain't never been accused of being mentality stable
So we did not draw an easy breath
Until he laid that Colt on the table!
He hung his head till the cops showed up;
They dragged him right out of Margie's.
Told him "Don't play dumb with us, son,
Y'know damn well what the charge is."

Bubba shot the juke box last night.
Said it played a sad song, made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a forty five
Bubba shot the juke box last night.

Well, the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on;
The confrontation was a tense one.
Shook his head, said, "Bubba Boy,"
You was always a dense one.
Reckless discharge of a gun,
That's what the officers are claimin'."

Bubba hollered, "Reckless! Hell!
I hit just where I was aimin'!"

Bubba shot the juke box last night,
Said it played a sad song, made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a forty five...
Bubba shot the jukebox last night

Well, he could not tell right from wrong
Through the teardrops in his eyes.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt,
It was a justifiable homicide!
Bubba shot the juke box--
Stopped it with one shot--
Bubba shot the jukebox last night!