If you're tired of the conquer Or just a shipwrecked sailor Come to the filthiest boozer Of the seven seas Here you don't find an angel Just the toper rangers Boozer bums, shifty scums Drinking cheap rum We danced all night with the big, fatty ladies At morning Vince collapsed tipsy in the massive tits They are angels for robbers and gift for the marines Run aground shifty hounds Waitin' at the mouth Joey, the beast, lost on poker heavily He tried to beat the sailors Till they got him on the ground Seamus took a fresh bath in the whiskey tun Soaked up all, sang alone 'Till he's gettin' drowned Bernie's got lust for the sluts in the alley He always praise the ugliest, smelly, tothless whore Sam cooked all night the finest rum jelly The tiny doll, gorged it all, Then puked it on the wall I'm sick of all my friends So i seek a romance And I'll find a place where nights turns to day I go without the bastards I'm weary of the bluster And I sail, sail, sail far away...