My arm's aching, back's breaking, legs aching neck And this whole ruddy ship is a huge creaking wreck. We've flown ten thousand miles with this thorn in our sides, though the wind's steady strong with no clouds in the skies.
The ropes creaking, ship's leaking, sails are on fire, and this whole bloody ship could go up like a pyre. We've got smiles on our faces, but we've seen this before No telling just now what we have in store.
The back-stabbing, loot-nabbing plans behind doors Running low on the rum and they're bleeding our stores Can't tell who's on our side and who's ready to flip When we hit the next port the whole crew could jump ship.
With the moods flaring, crew's glaring, cutthroats the lot With a paranoid captain always smelling a plot We've worked hard on this journey but there's no end is sight, And before it's all ended there could be a fight.
My arm's aching, back's breaking, legs aching neck And this whole ruddy ship is a huge creaking wreck. We've flown ten thousand miles with this thorn in our sides, though the wind's steady strong with no clouds in the skies.
The ropes creaking, ship's leaking, sails are on fire, and this whole bloody ship could go up like a pyre. We've got smiles on our faces, but we've seen this before No telling just now what we have in store.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
