IN 11 MORE MONTHS AND 10 MORE DAYS
Billy Cotton & His Band/Vocals: Alan Breeze


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

(Chorus) 
In 11 more months and 10 more days 
I’ll be out of the calaboose
In 11 more months and 10 more days
They’re going to turn me loose

The other day, the warden said
We’d like to bring you cheer 
And give you lots of different sports
While you are stopping here
Now just what athletics do you think that you would you like?
I said - if it’s all the same to you
I’d like to go on an ‘ike

(Chorus)

Now we play football once a week
And you should see the score
Every player steals a goal
He’s stolen things before
There’s lots of folks
Who’d like to see us when we play
But they built a wall around the place
To keep the crowds away

(Chorus)

(Spoken slowly) One dreary winter’s evening
When the place was covered in gloom
There came an ominous rumbling
>From the prisoners’ dining room
“Oh, the food is simply atrocious here                   
I much prefer Sing-Sing”
There were shouts and roars
And banging of doors
And bells began to ring  (That’s enough!)
It was mutiny in the prison – a terrible sin
The warden ran to the dining room
To try and stop the din
And what do you think he saw there
When at last he did get in?
A man was on top of a table
Doing a song and a dance
He shouted to the warden
“Here – I won the Treble Chance”
The warden’s face turned purple
And he bellowed out: Oh heck                         
You can’t leave here for another year
So how will you cash the cheque?

(Chorus)