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AN ANAGRAM of Abba’s Ring Ring by Tony crafter of Sevenoaks, Kent:

HEY, HONEY I DON’T WANNA GO

(Ditty by a prisoner to a wife) I’m impounded in this cell, Which you would say is hell, But things really are all right, not as tough as they appear. Now the Government’s agreed, That we gaolbirds have our needs, And daily they’re doin’ things to make it less rigid here. Suddenly our dreams have come true! And at last we get our dues, yeah-yeah! Ring, ding, I’ve got a phone in my cell, Ring, ding, I got a new TV as well, Ring, ding, it’s like a five-star hotel, When I go to bed and lights are low, There’s an After Eight mint on my pillow, So, ring, ring, I’m takin’ calls in my cell! Yes, ring, ring, I got a cell in my cell. Everything’s sure lookin’ up, They say I’ll soon own a pup! And, honey, you won’t believe just what I’m gonna tell you! Now I’m sure I heard it right, That to keep us warm at night, We can now share our bed with a woman (or guy) all night through! And now I’ve got my own door key, How much better could life be? yo-ho Ring, ring, why don’t you give me a bell? Ring, ring, I got a phone in my cell. Ring, ring, honey I’m doin’ real well, Yet I’m due for parole one day in May, But I don’t want to go, I wanna stay, So ring, ring, tell ’em I don’t wanna go, Yeah-yeah, ring, ring, tell ’em I don’t wanna go, Honeybaby I don’t wanna go, Honeybaby I don’t wanna go. Fadeout...