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
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 any more
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
and a pox and a curse on the people round here
wouldn't give you me the price of a half pint of beer
wouldn't give you me the price of a cup of good cheer
a pox and a curse on the people round here
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
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 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