I have been turned loose,by the warden, If i abide by her rules,and act according,,, If i tow the line,everything will be fine, But things could get ruff,if i get out of line, She's put me om parol,so i will pine, Maybe i should get us,a bottle of wine, Or you might see me,floating,down the river Rine, And i have been done in,before my time, Chorus Things could go,from bad to worse, If that woman,puts on an evil curse, She might have got a doll,from the Witch Dr, And stuck some pins in it,if i mocked her, Bridge I might be sent back,to my cage, And its all over,a woman"s rage, My like will turn to,another page, I could plead insanity,and old age, All our problems,seem to stem from that, Blame it all on our age,that's where its at, We think,we can,figure it out,we go to bat, And when we are wrong,that's old hat, Chorus+Bridge Well,now that we have it all figured out, I can do my time now,and finish the bout, The time will pass fast,i have know dought, Then i can kick back,with a glass of stout, Chorus
