I saw, my honey, he looked so funny Wearing a uniform, attached to chain and ball I said, hello dear, was there a sort of fear Reflected on his face, my wild boy's in disgrace, he's just
Chorus: A roving, reckless, restless roustabout - rou-rou-roustabout He broke the law and now he can't get out - rou-rou-roustabout
I've seen my honey, he's not so funny A uniform of white, a padded cell at night Who claims the glory, and loves the story Vultures who think they're smart, straight out of Eton art (in pinstripes)