Well, I fell into prison
About a quarter to three
Where I found in my cell
glass waitin' for me

So I filled what was empty
And I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner
The ol' devil wouldn't move

He said, "You drink when you're lonely"
No I drink when I want
He said, "You'll never be sober"
Sure why would I want that?

I only drink to be merry
But unfortunately
I'm in the wrong prison cell
And the [bad word]