Scums Of The Seven Seas

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...