Eleven More Months And Ten More Days
Composer(s): Arthur Fields - Fred Hall
Performer(s): Al Bowlly
and multiple other artists
Im in the lock-up 20 days, just 20 days ago
I met the judge, the kind old judge, who was feeling fine and so
He gave me just a year in jail
A sociable sort of gink
All on account of a gallon of beer that I thought I could drink
In 11 more months and 10 more days
Ill be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
Theyre going to turn me loose
The other day, the warden said
Wed like to bring you cheer
And give you lots of different sports
While you are stopping here
Now just what athletics do you think that you would you like?
I said - if its all the same to you
Id like to go on an ike
In 11 more months and 10 more days
Ill be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
Theyre going to turn me loose
Now we play football once a week
And you should see the score
Every player steals a goal
Hes stolen things before
Theres lots of folks
Whod like to see us when we play
But they built a wall around the place
To keep the crowds away
In 11 more months and 10 more days
Ill be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
Theyre going to turn me loose
One dreary winters evening
When the place was covered in gloom
There came an ominous rumbling
From the prisoners dining room
Oh, the food is simply atrocious here
I much prefer Sing-Sing
There were shouts and roars
And banging of doors
And bells began to ring (Thats enough!)
It was mutiny in the prison a terrible sin
The warden ran to the dining room
To try and stop the din
And what do you think he saw there
When at last he did get in?
A man was on top of a table
Doing a song and a dance
He shouted to the warden
Here I won the Treble Chance
The wardens face turned purple
And he bellowed out: Oh heck
You cant leave here for another year
So how will you cash the cheque?
In 11 more months and 10 more days
Ill be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
Theyre going to turn me loose
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