The Prisoner   
    (Difford/Tilbrook) 
      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 21  

      He's helping her to see   
      How happy she is looking  
      Take it that he'll be   
      No icing on her cake  
      O 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 is 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 sits 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

      (c) 1987 Virgin Music Inc. (ASCAP)
       

  • Chords
  • FROM THE ALBUM: Babylon and On.
  • COMPILATIONS: Classics.
  • OTHER APPEARANCES: The Three From Babylon and ON promo CD sampler.