Was the night before Christmas locked up in their cells
Some take it as another day, for some it's living hell
Fat Frankie Casey never stops singing Jingle Bell Rock
If he goes and sings it one more time he'll wake the whole block
They're dreaming of the mulled wine
But they're doing Christmas time
They'll be dreaming of the turkey, all the trimmings and sides
They'll be missing dogs and beers and kids but maybe not the wives
Slim Jim is going door to door with gifts that he can trade
He's looking for his Christmas fix that'll take him far away
They're dreaming of the mulled wine
They're doing Christmas time
They've filled up the games room playing chess, pool and cards
Betting, drinkin' prison booze and winding up the guards
They're lining up to call back home and feel that Christmas cheer
Mike's counting down the days, he'll be at home this time next year
They're dreaming of the mulled wine
But they're doing Christmas time