Old school Palace
I found an old handbag, And filled it with lead, I hit an old lady, Across the back of the head. Up came a copper, And he asked me my name. I gave him the answer, With a bicycle chain... The Judge said Sit down son And dry up your tears. For you're going to borstal For three or four years I counted the moonbeams And I counted the stars I counted ten thousand Of them prison bars. If I was the warden And the warden was me I'd wake up one morning And set myself free But I ain't the warden And the warden ain't me And so I must stay here For my Liberty. Liberty! Liberty! Liberty!