The vessel’s name was Pubmarin, the crew came from the jail Our captain is a killer and his belly like a whale The figure head’s six dirty rats shining in the sun Our cheer will never fall
Washing here and washing there, washing everywhere Rollin’ rollin’ roll the mop, down and up the stair Sail across the sea and fight until we see the light Welcome to the town
Hurray! The cup is in the hand! Hurray! The whore is in the bed! Hurray! Fill the barrels up! Beer from the tap and whiskey’s on the pub!
From the islands of the South to the bay of Orleans We left no virgins in the ports but lewd young madames Kids in every continent, lovers in every town Praying for our lives