Lyrics

[Verse 1] Dear, dirty London in the pouring rain I wish to God I was back on the sea again Though that belongs to the world of never-will-be There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea [Chorus 1] I could fuck all the whores in damnation, me boys Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise Then I'd drink till I stank and then drink plenty more And I won't go down to the sea anymore But if I had ten pounds, then I'd raise a loud cheer And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer A pox and a curse on the people 'round here Won't you give me the price of a half pint of beer? Won't you give me the price of a cup of good cheer? A pox and a curse on the people 'round here [Verse 2] A man's ambition must indeed be small To write his name upon a shithouse wall But before I die, I'll add my regal scrawl To show the world I'm left with sweet fuck all [Chorus 2] And when all of us bold shithouse poets do die A monument grand they will raise to the sky A monument made just to mark our great wit A monument of solid shit now, me boys I met with Bill James and we fought over crusts I called him a whore and he booted me crotch Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat The compliments pass when the quality meet The compliments pass when the quality meet The compliments pass when the quality meet The compliments pass when the quality meet