The Pubmarine

The vessel's name was Pubmarin, the crew came from the jail

Our captain is a killer and his belly like a whale

The figure head's six dirty rats shining in the sun

Our cheer will never fall

Washing here and washing there, washing everywhere

Rollin' rollin' roll the mop, down and up the stair

Sail across the sea and fight until we see the light

Welcome 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 Orleans

We left no virgins in the ports but lewd young madames

Kids in every continent, lovers in every town

Praying for our lives