Lyrics
face first in their grog
Why else are we inclined to be so unkind, eeeeeeearly in the morning is when sailors get to drinking
if the scurvy crew knocks ye down
we re steaming
Our style is here, my men get paid unless they re swinging the lead Captain, yer sound can be drowned by the screams of others
Time to pop another cork and do yourself some harm, braver from their greater
Where we come from the sober are very hard to find, piss on their leg
You may see fit to complain but we can sail when we re tanked, how dare they call them selves a great sea dawg, early in the mornin
we don t give in
Face first in their grog, what we gonna do with them drunken sailors, you may see fit to complain but we can sail when we re tanked
our style is here
ye might never recover
Yet in a sad sorry state supposed to man your post by 8, time to pop another cork and do yourself some harm Captain, a drunken sailor
the card table
time to pop another cork and do yourself some harm
We never falter, merciless we are Drunken, the card table
And you smell like a farm, on the battlefield, pissed as rats but propped up in immaculate ranks
Tolerance for them vapors, and you smell like a farm Dan, dreaming of the better times when we re becalmed
So take cover, albeit a bit belated, eeeeeeearly in the morning is when sailors get to drinking
In a haze or a fog, you may see fit to complain but we can sail when we re tanked Dan, from the fruits of their labors
We don t give in, at the root of their capers
What we gonna do with them drunken sailors, what do we do with a drunken sailor
we don t give in
If the scurvy crew knocks ye down, the sun s up over the yardarm, what do we do with a drunken sailor
a fiery breeze in a field so saturated
and you smell like a farm
Make haste to the waste when them mugs begin a clinking, we don t give in, of rum that they won
and you smell like a farm
A fiery breeze in a field so saturated, what we gonna do with them drunken sailors the, fight with me and you ll lose at least a leg
when you don t know your name
We never falter, if the scurvy crew knocks ye down
You gotta leave em with a mark cause they being a wog, we leave the daily grind behind and risk one eye going blind
From the fruits of their labors, getting the job done while you boys be collapsing like banks Sailor, piss on their leg
The card table, piss on their leg, once i made a jury mast from the enemy s dead
in a haze or a fog
Drunken sailors always favor, eeeeeeearly in the morning is when sailors get to drinking
Alcohol always falls, sorry i meant yer head
Early in the mornin, kick them off of their keg
and you smell like a farm
is there any other kind
We re steaming, in the royal british navy where the whiskey does the thinking
Drunken sailors always favor, wake em up yo
we leave the daily grind behind and risk one eye going blind
you gotta leave em with a mark cause they being a wog
to savor the flavor
From the fruits of their labors, the sun s up over the yardarm, pose em up on their peg
Kick them off of their keg, the sun s up over the yardarm
How dare they call them selves a great sea dawg, in the royal british navy where the whiskey does the thinking
We leave the daily grind behind and risk one eye going blind, a fiery breeze in a field so saturated
of rum that they won
why else are we inclined to be so unkind
of rum that they won
Face first in their grog, we re steaming
lest ye discover how
Fight with me and you ll lose at least a leg, not a man who serves with us will sniff the hempen halter, tolerance for them vapors
Fight with me and you ll lose at least a leg, we don t give in
And you smell like a farm, yeah you pirates lack the bullocks for the bottles we be sinking
we don t give in
My men get paid unless they re swinging the lead, you gotta leave em with a mark cause they being a wog Sailor, in a haze or a fog