Jailbreaker

Now gather round and hear the song of good old Jack the Lad

This slippery son ensnared by none, he never could be had

Four times they tried to lock him up, four times he did escape

His reputation flourished every time he got away, they named him

Jailbreaker

Jailbreaker

First time he went up to the roof, then down onto the ground

The sound of bars and timbers breaking woke the folk around

Still clapped in irons, he went and joined the crowd

Watching his own escape, he pointed to the clouds and shouted