Locked in the dock with the judge looking shocked as he read through the case
and he peered at the clock,
He was thinking of time
so he gave me some.
I jumped over the rail
the poor guard went pale
and I run away
not feeling like going to prison today.

The papers all called it the great dock escape
or that's what I read as I sat in the bar
with my very good mate.
Fred said I was daft
and should have laughed at the 'beak'
Who is up for indecent assault at the 'old Bailey'
next week.

A judge you can't trust with your life
or your wife and a con that
absconds from his trial
the papers like to pile it on
but tomorrow as we know the newspapers are gone
and we become old news.

The police take the view that although my crime was a crime.
It wasn't as bad as the judge's and now he's doing time
and I'm not doing crime any more
anyway crime doesn't pay or so I've been told
but it's not often you hold fifty grand in your hand
thus I stand
convicted.