Water, water, ev’rywhere and not a drop to drink
So tell me now
What else can a poor fellow do But sit right down and think?
Think about his girl, think about the times we had
Together, boy
On Friday we’d paint the town
But now she ain’t around. There’s only…
Think about some tea, even if I wanted to be
A tee-totaller
It’s only salty sea between a drink and me It’s drives you mad…
Think about roast beef, think about some fish and chips
In newspapers
These galley meals are OK, but sausage ev’ry day.
Is as bad as…
Think about those girls, in the pinup photographs
Around the bunk.
They’re standing within arm’s reach,
And ev’ry one a peach.
It’s just like…