Lyrics:

It's roughIt's wicked and roughIt's hardPentonville roughIt's toughIt's wicked and roughIt's hardPentonville roughNow in Pentonville there's all type of nationRussian, Columbian and JamaicanLatvian, Croatian and a PolishmanIndian, Chinaman down from VietnamAnd from the Carribbean an JamaicanPoorly paid people formed the Irish gangAnd the Scottish and the EnglishmanThey're roughPentonville toughIt's hardWicked and roughYeah roughPentonville toughIt's hardWicked and rough nowEveryday, it's the samePeople can't get betterNo they can't get tamedAnd black up the heads of the sick and the lameSome men jump out of their brainsCause they can't take the pressureOr the shame or the painWhen they see the life, it go down the drainIn Pentonville it's a different ball gameIt's roughPentonville toughIt's hardWicked and roughYeah roughPentonville toughIt's hardWicked and rough nowLying on my lumpy mattressLying on my backStaring up at the ceilingCounting all the cracksAnd what's happening behind meLook over my shoulder backBill Cole got my breakfast packHe won't give it backOooooooooohIt's roughPentonville toughIt's hardWicked and roughYeah roughPentonville toughIt's hardWicked and rough nowEveryday, it's the samePeople can't get betterNo they can't get tamedAnd black up the heads of the sick and the lameSome men jump out of their brainsCause they can't take the pressureOr the shame or the painWhen they see the life, it go down the drainIn Pentonville it's a different ball gameSo A wing, B wing, C wing and G WingCome help us singA wing, B wing, C wing and G WingCome help us singBecause it's roughPentonville toughIt's hardWicked and roughYeah toughPentonville roughIt's hardWicked and rough