When are you gonna get out?
Back to your house and land
You should go tend to your shrubs
And you should go back to cooking flan

I'm glad they can't hold you forever
I know they will miss you
The t-shirt vendors and picture takers
You're no less classy for singing the prison blues
oh oh oh oh
ooh oh oh.................

Chorus:
So goodbye, work on the road
Where the chain gang clatters and growls
You won't see Martha in Penthouse
But on the Apprentice, and how
Back to her cozy old shack in the woods
Working with Burnett and Trump
Oh, they both have decided her future's bright
She won't be clearing more stumps, oohohh
oh oh oh oh oh...

What will she write in her book?
I bet it'll sell real well
It'll help her to recoup some losses
Forget about her prison hell

For Martha, there is no replacement
Not many like her to be found
People who just can't boil water
Glad to see that she's getting back on the ground
oh oh oh oh oh
ooh ooh oh, ..................