The older I get, the more “truth” and/or irony I find in the old country songs of the 1950s/60s that I “growed-up” with.
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‘THE NIGHT MISS NANCY ANNE’S HOTEL FOR SINGLE GIRLS BURNED DOWN’

“And out through the smoke ran Mayor Willed wearing nothing but a black silk hat

And right behind him with his shirt tail afire came the local chief of police
And banker Jones with a red-haired girl he always called his niece

And then I spied Miss Nancy Ann herself helping someone else out of the fire
Her arm around the red bald head of old *Judge* McEntire

A deacon, a dentist, a deputy sheriff, and one state congressman
The county physician, the city mortician, out through the flames they ran

The grand parade of girls in gowns and hat-clad gentlemen
Through the thick gray smoke that certainly smelled and hat-clad gentlemen like french perfume and gin

CHORUS

Now everybody was out at the girl’s hotel by the time the roof caved in
We were headin’ back to the billiard hall when Leo turned to my friend

He said I believe that’s the funniest show I’ve ever seen in town
The so-called elite caught out in the street with their pompous purity down”
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Note: I misheard the lyrics as ‘…with their *proper security down*’

BTW, please note that there were no Constitutional Law scholars, PI attorneys, nor Criminal Defense lawyers mentioned in the song; proof positive of their upstanding character from time immemorial…