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