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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 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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