Johnny's joined a ceilidh band, They're known quite well throughout the land, The Drones The Drones are signed up on a cruise While Tracey's laying in the booze back home She's got herself another man, a smoothie While the kids are in the front room watching movies She's got him in a head lock, in an arm lock, in a jam She says, I can't express myself with my old man
While Johnny's Far away on the Rolling, Rolling Johnny's Far Away On The Rolling Sea
Johnny's cruising out to sea And he believes in chastity - for some The wealthy widows bill and coo He fends off one or two, and then succumbs As they're turning hard-a-port in the Bahamas He's turning her right out of her pyjamas He's turned her every which way to the rhythm of the sea He says, I can't express myself with my old lady
While Johnny's Far away on the Rolling, Rolling Johnny's Far Away On The Rolling Sea
Johnny's home, he opens up his door While someone's sneaking out the back And Tracey says, you look so poorly Sores and all, you need to see the quack She wipes the snot from off the kiddies' noses He charms her with eleven battered roses And by and by they get down to the job of man and wife Back to the old comforts of the missionary life
While Johnny's Far away on the Rolling, Rolling Johnny's Far Away On The Rolling Sea
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