She-Sick Sailors
I was bored and I wanted a trip.
Not on drugs but on a foreign ship.
Didn't talk much, but they liked me.
With stay-ups and make-up I felt free.
The things we did would put us in jail.
With a wooden leg I couldn't fail.
Got a tatto with their names and all.
They were rough and strong, bearded and tall.
She-sick sailors, gave me "Santa's beard".
She-sick sailors, into my port hey steered.
Rugged men of the Seven Seas.
Doing with me whatever, whatever they please.
Tired of men shooting to quick.
I want something like ol' Moby's dick.
Set sail and find me a whale in heat.
On, boy, just imagine a thousand pounds of meat.
Marineros enfermos
Estaba aburrido y quería un viaje
No en drogas, sino en un barco extranjero
No hablaba mucho, pero les gustaba
Con estancia-ups y maquillaje me sentí libre
Las cosas que hicimos nos meterían en la cárcel
Con una pierna de madera no podía fallar
Tengo un tatto con sus nombres y todo eso
Eran ásperos y fuertes, barbudos y altos
Marineros enfermos, me dieron «Barba de Santa
Marineros enfermos, a mi puerto, se dirijo
Hombres rudos de los Siete Mares
Haciendo conmigo lo que sea, lo que quieran
Cansado de hombres disparando a rápido
Quiero algo como la polla de Moby
Navega y encuéntrame una ballena en celo
Vamos, muchacho, imagina mil libras de carne