[Lyric] Eleven More Months and Ten More Days (Al Bowlly)

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