I wrote you a postcard from here in the jailyard sometimes it gets so hard dreamin' of you my payments are low here. I still got me five years to go out here on this rockpile oh won't you please send me a file. I need a vacation with no explanation so be at the station at a quarter till nine we'll fly off to Jordan send a card to the warden sayin' sir please don't you worry 'cos I'm doin' fine. When my workday is thru I know what I'll do I'll go to my cell an' start filin' like hell an' I'll be there beside you babe I'll be there with you if that guard at the door ain't there anymore I'll be by your side at a quarter till nine that's for sure oh baby! Yes an' what's more. We'll fly off to Jordan so long Mr warden 'cos I've been so bored an' lonely an' blue so long to that rockpile thanks to that hot file There'll be no more days an' nights, pinin' for you We'll take a vacation with no explanation if you're at the station with the tickets at nine. We'll fly off to Jordan tough luck Mr warden but sir please don't you worry no no please don't you worry, never no please don't you worry 'cos we're doin' fine. Well warden here we are in greater downtown Jordan where the beaches are practically non-existant, truin' to score a cold six-pack of black-market beer (Black Market beer hic!) oh and the locals here are kinda weird they wear long veils and shaggy beards but sir please don't you worry no please don't you worry please don't you worry 'cos we're doin' fine. We're doin' fine