I remember, I remember
the cell where I was kept,
the little window where the sun
came creeping as I slept.
It never came a wink too soon
nor brought too bright a day,
I needed light to dig a hole
and make my getaway.

I remember, I remember,
how Lefty, Moe and Dave,
would come with picks and shovels,
and quietly we'd slave.
They stole them from the tool room,
we tunneled 'neath the floor.
We dug from 1946 till 1954!

I remember, I remember,
how we planned that wondrous day,
when we'd come up outside the wall
and we could run away.
Through all our years of hardship,
our spirits were not downed,
until we hit a water pipe,
and very near got drowned.

I remember, I remember
the warden's anxious call
to find why all that water
was streaming down the hall.
He called me to his office,
I stood there staunch and brave
and blamed the whole big bungle
on Lefty, Moe and Dave.