| Song | The Prisoner |
| Artist | Squeeze |
| Album | Classics Vol. 25 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| He's taking her away, he's acting like a general | |
| Generally, his game is so familiar | |
| He wants her to play with a toaster and a kettle | |
| While he spends his day miles from the prisoner | |
| She reads the stars, he reads the sun | |
| No wonder his IQ is below twenty-one | |
| He's helping her to see how happy she is looking | |
| Take it that he'll be no icing on her cake | |
| Oh, how happy she would be if someone did the cooking | |
| He's helping her to see how a marriage can be baked | |
| Baked like a cake but without the file | |
| The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile | |
| She's not a prisoner alone doing time | |
| To love and to cherish for all of her life | |
| To have and to hold, to lock up inside | |
| What can this man know about her heart? | |
| To love â€~til death do us part | |
| He's looking everywhere, she's nowhere to be found | |
| And suddenly he cares his dinner's looking burnt | |
| There's a smell in the air, there's a prisoner in town | |
| He breaks down in his chair, his face fills with concern | |
| Concerned that he might not eat tonight | |
| She's broken out of jail and run for her life | |
| She's not a prisoner alone doing time | |
| To love and to cherish for all of her life | |
| To have and to hold, to lock up inside | |
| What can this man know about her heart? | |
| To love â€~til death do us part | |
| She's not a prisoner alone doing time | |
| To love and to cherish for all of her life | |
| To have and to hold, to lock up inside | |
| She's not a prisoner, she's not a prisoner | |
| She's not a, she's not a |
| He' s taking her away, he' s acting like a general | |
| Generally, his game is so familiar | |
| He wants her to play with a toaster and a kettle | |
| While he spends his day miles from the prisoner | |
| She reads the stars, he reads the sun | |
| No wonder his IQ is below twentyone | |
| He' s helping her to see how happy she is looking | |
| Take it that he' ll be no icing on her cake | |
| Oh, how happy she would be if someone did the cooking | |
| He' s helping her to see how a marriage can be baked | |
| Baked like a cake but without the file | |
| The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile | |
| She' s not a prisoner alone doing time | |
| To love and to cherish for all of her life | |
| To have and to hold, to lock up inside | |
| What can this man know about her heart? | |
| To love til death do us part | |
| He' s looking everywhere, she' s nowhere to be found | |
| And suddenly he cares his dinner' s looking burnt | |
| There' s a smell in the air, there' s a prisoner in town | |
| He breaks down in his chair, his face fills with concern | |
| Concerned that he might not eat tonight | |
| She' s broken out of jail and run for her life | |
| She' s not a prisoner alone doing time | |
| To love and to cherish for all of her life | |
| To have and to hold, to lock up inside | |
| What can this man know about her heart? | |
| To love til death do us part | |
| She' s not a prisoner alone doing time | |
| To love and to cherish for all of her life | |
| To have and to hold, to lock up inside | |
| She' s not a prisoner, she' s not a prisoner | |
| She' s not a, she' s not a |
| He' s taking her away, he' s acting like a general | |
| Generally, his game is so familiar | |
| He wants her to play with a toaster and a kettle | |
| While he spends his day miles from the prisoner | |
| She reads the stars, he reads the sun | |
| No wonder his IQ is below twentyone | |
| He' s helping her to see how happy she is looking | |
| Take it that he' ll be no icing on her cake | |
| Oh, how happy she would be if someone did the cooking | |
| He' s helping her to see how a marriage can be baked | |
| Baked like a cake but without the file | |
| The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile | |
| She' s not a prisoner alone doing time | |
| To love and to cherish for all of her life | |
| To have and to hold, to lock up inside | |
| What can this man know about her heart? | |
| To love til death do us part | |
| He' s looking everywhere, she' s nowhere to be found | |
| And suddenly he cares his dinner' s looking burnt | |
| There' s a smell in the air, there' s a prisoner in town | |
| He breaks down in his chair, his face fills with concern | |
| Concerned that he might not eat tonight | |
| She' s broken out of jail and run for her life | |
| She' s not a prisoner alone doing time | |
| To love and to cherish for all of her life | |
| To have and to hold, to lock up inside | |
| What can this man know about her heart? | |
| To love til death do us part | |
| She' s not a prisoner alone doing time | |
| To love and to cherish for all of her life | |
| To have and to hold, to lock up inside | |
| She' s not a prisoner, she' s not a prisoner | |
| She' s not a, she' s not a |