Poorly paid people formed the Irish gang
And the Scottish and the Englishman

They're rough, Pentonville tough
It's hard, wicked and rough
Yeah, rough, Pentonville tough
It's hard, wicked and rough now

Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame

Some men jump out of their brains
'Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville it's a different ball game

It's rough, Pentonville tough
It's hard, wicked and rough
Yeah, rough, Pentonville tough
It's hard, wicked and rough now

Lying on my lumpy mattress
Lying on my back
Staring up at the ceiling
Counting all the cracks

And what's happening behind me
Look over my shoulder back
Bill Cole got my breakfast pack
He won't give it back, ooh

It's rough, Pentonville tough
It's hard, wicked and rough
Yeah, rough, Pentonville tough
It's hard, wicked and rough now

Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame

Some men jump out of their brains
'Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville, it's a different ball game

So, A wing, B wing, C wing and G Wing
Come, help us sing
A wing, B wing, C wing and G Wing
Come, help us sing

Because it's rough, Pentonville tough
It's hard, wicked and rough
Yeah, tough, Pentonville rough
It's hard, wicked and rough