Nursery Prison Blues

I hear the Bishop coming

He’s coming down the hall

I think he’s gonna give me A brand new call.

I’ve been stuck in nursery prison

And time keeps draggin on,

But that Bishop keeps on walkin’

And I stand here all alone.

A sister comes to nursery 

she drops off her son,

She says “always be a good boy,

And put away that gun.”

But the boy he doesn’t listen He shoots me in the eye.

When I see the Bishop walking

I hang my head and cry.

Well I’m freed from nursery prison

I got a fancy call

I bet all those kids miss me

When they spit and kick and bawl.

I’m far from nursery prison

That’s where I want to stay

But when I hear those kids a crying

I want to wipe their tears away.

Well I miss that nursery prison

I miss all those mean boys

I miss the runny noses

I miss the worn out toys.

I want back in nursery prison

That’s where I long to be.

When I see the bishop walking

I say “Put me back in nur-ser-ry.”