The Pubmarine
The vessel’s name was Pubmarin, the crew came from the jailOur captain is a killer and his belly like a whaleThe figure head’s six dirty rats shining in the sunOur cheer will never fall
Washing here and washing there, washing everywhereRollin’ rollin’ roll the mop, down and up the stairSail across the sea and fight until we see the lightWelcome to the town
Hurray! The cup is in the hand!Hurray! The whore is in the bed!Hurray! Fill the barrels up!Beer from the tap and whiskey’s on the pub!
From the islands of the South to the bay of OrleansWe left no virgins in the ports but lewd young madamesKids in every continent, lovers in every townPraying for our lives