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Well you dream of blondes and you dream of beer |
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And life gets terribly stale |
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It's dead in the morgue but it's deader in here |
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There's no night out in the jail |
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The fellas I knew must all miss me now |
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I guess I better come clean |
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I'm sweating it out in the boot me boys |
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An un-paying guest of the queen |
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Well this prison life sure suits me fine |
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I lead a decent life |
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At last my days are organized |
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Outside it's nothing but strife |
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Me cobbers inside are just normal blokes |
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Who lead rather colorful lives |
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Like breaking and entering and stealing cars |
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And just not supporting their wives |
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Well some blokes just like collecting things |
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And some like guzzling beer |
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Well some blokes just can't resist a fight |
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And some keep getting ideas |
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I'm working the farm it's a healthy life |
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I jump outta bed with a spring |
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The tukka's not bad I get lots of sleep |
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So who'd wanna change with the king? |
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No unemployment scares me now |
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And even when I am tired |
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I know I'm on a cushy job |
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For sure I can never be fired |
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Me creditors just don't annoy me now |
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Me wife has to get off my back |
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Me mother-in-law had to drown herself |
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Who said the outlook is black? |
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Nothing now can worry me |
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Behind these prison walls |
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Just like a bull of pedigree |
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I'm locked up at night in the stalls |
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