In Jackies bar is where the sailors they all drink And when next day it opens Jackies always stinks The sailors they all vomit their guts out on her floor Next morning with her mop she cleans it from the floor In Jackies bar the sailors the sailors they all fight And if there's not a stabbing its been a quiet night Sometimes sailors bleed to death there upon her floor Murdered by a pimp they didn't pay a whore The whores they sit in jackies legs on table tops Showing of their wares to anyone who'll stop The whores who work in Jackies are the cheapest one's around You always get a dose of clap when on one you go downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
