Now I'm in the slammer
The slammer every morning
The slammer every evening
Got caught by the "man"

Watch out for rump rangers
They grab without warning
I'm standing with my back against
The shower wall, my keister
Don't-bend over, I stand

Now I'm stuck in Hell
It's lousy in the morning
It's lousy in the evening
My "roommate" is Stan

He's grabin' his wanger
He's lookin' at his porno
He wrings out the love
Till he is suffering from blisters
All over his hand

Now I have a bong
I smoke it in the morning
I smoke it in the evening
Then do it again

Bought from a stranger
I go on a journey
I smoke that dope
Forget that I am stuck with all these misters
Too bad it's banned

Now I'm in the slammer
And I'm stuck in Hell
And I've got a bong to smoke
And life just ain't grand

It's the slammer of justice
It's a lack of freedom
It's a life where you
Choose between the mothers and the fisters
All because I'm canned