Fishermen

On the portside whores are singing

while the rubbers they are flinging

of a night of fornicating

of a night of fornicating

of a night of fornicating

of a night of fornicating

with sailors far away

While the sun it is setting

the fishermen are netting

the whores sperm they are begetting

the whores sperm they are begetting

the whores sperm they are begetting

the whores sperm they are begetting

of sailors far away

And the sailors they are ithing

their syphillis is twitching

a giftof those bewitching

a giftof those bewitching

a giftof those bewitching

a giftof those bewitching

whores now far away

The sailors they are singing

for soon they will be drowning

on the sea on which they're sailing

on the sea on which they're sailing

on the sea on which they're sailing

their lives they will be failing

on seas now far away