Jackie's bar

In Jackies bar is where the sailors they all drink

And when next day it opens Jackies always stinks

The sailors they all vomit their guts out on her floor

Next morning with her mop she cleans it from the floor

In Jackies bar the sailors the sailors they all fight

And if there's not a stabbing its been a quiet night

Sometimes sailors bleed to death there upon her floor

Murdered by a pimp they didn't pay a whore

The whores they sit in jackies legs on table tops

Showing of their wares to anyone who'll stop

The whores who work in Jackies are the cheapest one's

around

You always get a dose of clap when on one you go down