Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's got no legs Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he walks on wooden pegs Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's got no legs Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he walks on wooden pegs
To sink a scooner he aspired, as Bosun ordered starboard fire But the gunners aim was far too poor, and blew his legs to Galway shore Our Bosun was a handsome lad, who fancy trousers always had But now he walks like he was sick, with wooden pegs and iron prick
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's out of sight Hej Hå, Hej Hå, his face is not quite right Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's out of sight Hej Hå, Hej Hå, his face is not quite right
Eadbutting with a powder keg, his eyeballs turned to shattered eggs He likes to keep his corn pipe lit, his sockets now two gaping pits His teeth they rot, are now long gone, from chewing his tobacco wrong His horrid smile, his awful grin, will turn your bowels outside-in
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's full of holes Hej Hå, Hej Hå, punctured are his bowels Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's full of holes Hej Hå, Hej Hå, punctured are his bowels
He fell from our main top mast, took with him our youngest ghast He landed on a pile of nails, his screams echoed through the sails Our Bosun now a hopeless drunk, pouring rum right down his trunk But leaking like a rusty sieve, his belly's lost it's will to live
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's lost his head Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he be a broken man Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's lost his head Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he be a broken man
Once we tried for mutiny, and threw our Bosun in the sea Then with a shark he picked a fight, lost his hand in one big bite But the giant fish had a taste for more, jumped the deck in flesh and gore Oh Bosun grabbed it's beastly fun, came back and whipped us for our sins
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he be a tattered shit Hej Hå, Hej Hå, but Bosun rules the ship Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he be a tattered shit Hej Hå, Hej Hå, but Bosun rules the shipTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
