I’ve grown accustomed to this place.
From here I no more wish to roam.
I find my cell for nothing lacks:
A door with two name plaques,
A loo, a pair
Of desks, a chair
For each and bunk beds set in stacks --
Are all we need to make a home.
Tho’ when I first lost my freedom ’cause the twelve did not acquit,
I felt at first crestfallen, now I really must admit
I’ve grown accustomed to this place,
(And to my cellmate’s face)
Accustomed to this place.


I’ve grown accustomed to this place
And now prefer inside to out.
I’ve learned that Bob McGee was right --
You are freest when you’re light.
Here in the clink
Free food and drink
Are served me morning, noon, and night.
I live on Easy Street, no doubt.
And with the Purple Gang on rhythm, Little Joe on slide trombone
My Jailhouse Rock maneuvers I now have the time to hone.
In here, now, out of the rat race
I’ve time hobbies to embrace
I’m glad I’m in this place


Now I’m so glad I’m in this place
And that this time I’m in for life
I snubbed Beretta’s “good advice”
A loser sent here thrice,
I stole, I killed,
Kidnapped – I’m thrilled
That having led a life of vice
I’ll spend the rest a prison wife.
“When the going’s gotten narrow, boy, unless you’ve got the time,”
keep both eyes on the sparrow,” Tony said, “don’t do the crime”
But I’m so glad I’m in this place
To be here’s no disgrace –
I’m happy in this place.