Shirt's on fire, church on fire Billy's dream boat stills as the house alights Sailors come from miles for a drink and a fight But the harbour thrills pull back from the light To the belly of a boat in a hammer try tight
Holler Pleasures of the night Seaman's delight
Holler
Pleasures of the night What a sight Oh no, the organ plays by itself It doesn't need the grinder's help and the monkey And the monkey stow away to sea Back to his wife and a nest in the trees
Billy's brother plays bass in a band called man He fancies himself as a travelling ham Strutting and fretting them into fame In a torn t-shirt he'll carve his name
Holler
Looking for adventure and some mystery He doesn't need the grinder and he doesn't want me
Stripped off his suit So let the poor beast be Oh, let the poor beast be
The man said, "ho ho wee, this is too hot for me!" Billy's shirt's on fire in the night He said, "ho wee this is too hot to see." Billy's shirt's on fire in the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
