 Locked Away with a Stranger (to the tune of Away in a Manger)
Locked away in old Wentworth,
On a lumpy old bed,
Young wonky Warner,
In the morning she'll be dead,
For psychopathic Frankie,
Looks down where she lay,
and she is obsessive,
and creepy and gay.
The cell lights are lowing,
But then Bea Smith awakes,
And punches dear Frankie,
And her nose does break,
I love thee dear Bea Smith,
You're the top dog that's why,
And you'll cover my back,
until morning is night.
Be near me dear Lizzie,
For you've always got fags,
And you sometimes get grog,
and you would never lag.
Bless all the dear inmates,
In Erica's tender care,
And keep me in Cell Block H,
So I can die there.
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