We're all leading lives that are ruled by the plop plop and fizz fizz.
And when I try to explain to her, she doesn't know where I is.
She thinks she's none of my business, but I know she really is,
So I sing
I love to lover her night and day, but she can't see I am.
I try to make her dig the scene, but jelly just ain't jam.
And when I say I love her, she just couldn't give a yeah yeah yeah.
I'm a prisoner. He's a prisoner. She's a prisoner. We all prisoners.
If you sing "We all prisoners," then you must be a prisoner too.
We all prisoners.
I am hip, and you are him, and I need love like mad.
And if I don'tly see her, then I'll strike you to be sad.
And if you go real soonby, then I'll beski mighty glad,
And I'll sing
Yeah yeah, We all pri-son-ers.
((Spoken at increasing rate:))
We all prisoners. We all prisoners. We all prisoners.
We all prisoners. We all prisoners. I'm a prisoner, yeah!
© 1979 Budget Album Productions; Renewed 1981 Big Apple PubCo.
From the collection, We All Prisoners, 4DSR-628.
Owned by TDC. All rights reserved.