Otiš'o na odmor.

 
Well you dream of blondes and you dream of beer
And life gets terribly stale
It’s dead in the morgue, but it’s deader in here
There’s no night out in the jail
 
 
All the fellows I knew must all miss me now
I guess I better come clean
I am sweating it out in the boot, my boys
And one day I’m guest of the queen
 
 
And there’s a prisoner life sure suits me fine
I lead a decent life
At last my days are organised
Outside there’s nothing but strife
 
 
And you dream of blondes and you dream of beer
And life gets terribly stale
It’s dead in the morgue but it’s deader in here
There’s no night out in the jail
 
 
My cobbers inside are just normal blokes
Who lead rather colourful lifes
Like breaking in and stealing cars
And just not supporting their wives
 
 
And some blokes just like collecting things
And some like a dazzling beer
And some blokes just can’t resist a fight
And some keep on getting ideas.
 
And you dream of blondes and you dream of beer
And life gets terribly stale
It’s dead in the morgue but it’s deader in here
There’s no night out in the jail
 
 
I’m working on the farm, it’s a healthy life
I jump out of bed with a spring
The tukka is not bad I get lots of sleep
Don’t wanna change with the king
 
 
And you dream of blondes and you dream of beer
And life gets terribly stale
It’s dead in the morgue but it’s deader in here
There’s no night out in the jail
 
 
No unemployment scares me now
And even when I am tired
I know I’m on a cushy job
For sure I can never be fired
 
 
My creditors just can annoy me now
My wife has to get off my back
My mother-in-law had to drown herself
now who said the outlook is black
 
 
Nothing now can worry me
Behind these prison walls
Just like a bull of pedigree
I’m locked up at night in the stalls
 
(loše "skinuto", malo tko divani australski ingliš)
There's no night out in the jail.mp3