I hear the water flushin', runnin' round the bend,
I ain't been to wee-wee's since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Fulsom prison and someone stole my pot.
I can't hold on much longer, before I lose the lot.

I didn't eat or drink much, just sucked a sugar cube.
They said I was on hunger strike, force fed me through a tube.
Now they've stuffed me like a mattress and I'm about to burst.
This pause is kinda pregnant, while I'm expecting the worst.

I get to tell the Governor, that someone stole my pot.
He tells me to hand over all the other drugs I've got.
When I tell him that he's barking, up the wrong tree,
He tells the other warders to beat it out of me.

The Governors in the hospital, his office quarantined.
They say it's gonna take a month until they get it clean.
I'm still stuck in Fulsom Prison, but there's more bad news.
I'm gonna end this sentence, cleaning out the loos.