I was bored and I wanted a trip. Not on drugs but on a foreign ship. Didn't talk much, but they liked me. With stay-ups and make-up I felt free.
The things we did would put us in jail. With a wooden leg I couldn't fail. Got a tatto with their names and all. They were rough and strong, bearded and tall.
She-sick sailors, gave me "Santa's beard". She-sick sailors, into my port hey steered. Rugged men of the Seven Seas. Doing with me whatever, whatever they please.
Tired of men shooting to quick. I want something like ol' Moby's dick. Set sail and find me a whale in heat. On, boy, just imagine a thousand pounds of meat.