Al Bowlly — Eleven More Months and Ten More Days

I’m 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 eleven more months and ten more days I’ll be out of the calaboose In eleven more months and ten more days They’re going to turn me loose A visitor passing by my cell just the other day I called him from my window and I said "Now stranger say Can you tell me what time it is?" He looked me in the face "What do you care what time it is You ain't going anyplace!" In eleven more months and ten more days I’ll be out of the calaboose In eleven more months and ten more days They’re going to turn me loose A bird in another cell Asked me "How long are you in here for?" I told him that I'd be here Eleven months and ten days more I'm here until tomorrow said he I said "You son of a gun! You're a lucky guy" He said "Am I? Tomorrow I'm gonna be hung" In eleven more months and ten more days I’ll be out of the calaboose In eleven more months and ten more days They’re going to turn me loose I'm in the prison once again just like I was before I've got the same old stretch to do Eleven months and ten more days more I've got another year in jail And here's the reason why I didn't like the wife's new hat So I socked her in the eye In eleven more months and ten more days I’ll be out of the calaboose In eleven more months and ten more days They’re going to turn me loose Another guy with a ten year stretch got three years off his bit For being a model prisoner so I shook him by the mitt They're giving a celebration for that lucky son of a gun Because his pop's just so awful proud to have such a wonderful son In eleven more months and ten more days I’ll be out of the calaboose In eleven more months and ten more days They’re going to turn me loose Mazel tov! Now we play football once a week and you should see the score Every player steals the goal he's stolen things before There's lots of folks who'd like to come to see us when we play But they built a wall around the place to keep the crowds away In eleven more months and ten more days I’ll be out of the calaboose In eleven more months and ten more days They’re going to turn me loose