Fishermen

The Tiger Lillies

On the portside whores are singing 
while the rubbers they are flinging 
of a night of fornicating
of a night of fornicating
of a night of fornicating
of a night of fornicating
with sailors far away
While the sun it is setting 
the fishermen are netting 
the whores sperm they are begetting
the whores sperm they are begetting
the whores sperm they are begetting
the whores sperm they are begetting
of sailors far away
And the sailors they are ithing 
their syphillis is twitching 
a giftof those bewitching
a giftof those bewitching
a giftof those bewitching
a giftof those bewitching
whores now far away
The sailors they are singing 
for soon they will be drowning 
on the sea on which they're sailing 
on the sea on which they're sailing
on the sea on which they're sailing
their lives they will be failing
on seas now far away