I've now served 10 years
Out of life with no parole
All due to the fact
My heart she stole

But she is a great warden
Makes me tow the line
Or face solitary confinement
In the dog house as my fine

I have to admit
There has been a riot or two
But she has always done
What any good warden will do

She just looks at me
With that "Really?" stare
And this convict knows
He's approaching the electric chair

And with a cast iron skillet
She is an artist it is said
Be it on top of the stove
Or up the side of my head

But it's not so bad
This "prison" life
When you get to call the warden
Your loving wife.