When I broke out of the pokey
I was doing twenty to life
I was scaling walls and jumping things
I was running like a fiend
The first car I jacked, was a white on blue ‘Vette
And my ride, out of town
I felt alive, in the dead of night
‘Cause I wasn’t to be found

I drove from the pokey like a bat out of hell
It felt good to be out of my cell
Inside prison, you can’t escape from the smell
‘Cause not prepared for the stories they tell

Tah, tah, tah, tah, tah tah...

After two days, of life on the run
The tires began to loose tread
After three days, with the engine gunned
It was smoking when it blew a head
But along side the road, was a beauty that glowed
She was glad to help so we fled

As we’re driving to Las Vegas in her Porsche Cayman
It felt cool to be out on the lam
In Las Vegas it’s hard to stick to a plan
‘Cause there ain’t no one who really gives a damn
Tah, tah, tah, tah, tah tah...

After two weeks, she told me “marry me”
“Your the father of my baby!”
So I said “I do”, and everything
And presented her a ring
A marriage is a prison with a wife who controls
Like the constant coo of a dove
Under her titty lies, a heart made of gold
When a woman is shown true love

You see I came to Las Vegas with a Porsch and a dame
And thought love was like playing a game
In Nevada, you can sign over your name
When you find no one else will love you the same
Tah, tah, tah.....