Well you dream of blondes and you dream of beernAnd life gets terribly stalenIt’s dead in the morgue but it’s deader in herenThere’s no night out in the jailnnThe fellas I knew must all miss me nownI guess I better come cleannI’m sweating it out in the boot me boysnAn un-paying guest of the queennnWell this prison life sure suits me finenI lead a decent lifenAt last my days are organizednOutside it’s nothing but strifennChorusnnMe cobbers inside are just normal blokesnWho lead rather colorful livesnLike breaking and entering and stealing carsnAnd just not supporting their wivesnnWell some blokes just like collecting thingsnAnd some like guzzling beernWell some blokes just can’t resist a fightnAnd some keep getting ideasnnChorusnnI’m working the farm it’s a healthy lifenI jump outta bed with a springnThe tukka’s not bad I get lots of sleepnSo who’d wanna change with the king?nnNo unemployment scares me nownAnd even when I am tirednI know I’m on a cushy jobnFor sure I can never be firednnChorusnnMe creditors just don’t annoy me nownMe wife has to get off my backnMe mother-in-law had to drown herselfnWho said the outlook is black?nnNothing now can worry menBehind these prison wallsnJust like a bull of pedigreenI’m locked up at night in the stallsn