I lay in jail, I lay in jail.

The story:

This was actually my father's mistake. We were sitting in the car, I
was about twelve. This song came on the radio and he started
belting it at the top of his lungs. I didn't know what the real lyrics
were, but my mother balked, then burst into a fit of giggles. "Paul,"
she said slowly. "It's 'Angie'."

"Oh," he said. "I wondered why it didn't make much sense."