V1:
What the hell did I do wrong?
A few and some more and it turns into this
I’d rather be anywhere coz this place ain’t bliss

Please let me off tonight
I won’t cause any trouble, got nowhere to go
The bars that I went to have packed up and closed

Chorus:
What the hell did I do wrong?
I’m sitting in this cell nothing else to tell
With my jacket as my pillow, humming not so disco
Can’t wait till tomorrow
Wait till tomorrow!
(Repeat x 2)

V2:
Look at the state of this place
I’ve seen better rooms in a crack house in hell
So this is my punishment? I’ve been locked in a cell

I hear the turn of keys outside
And the voices around in the same state as mine
I fall into slumber on a bed made of pine