The Navys In Dock

verse 1 "Watch for the sailor," say frightened old ladies He's terrorizing the town Handsome and sprightly though he's nearly ninety He's never slowing down The language he'll use when he's been on the booze The stories he'd tell, well, they'd never choose to listen But sometimes they glance at their husbands and sigh For an old salt sea-dog who winks and gives them the eye verse 2 When we were in dock We'd flock where the whores go in Rotterdam In old navy blue We'd drink to a new love with every dram And the blousy hostesses in short frilly dresses The young and old___ They'd seen it before, in peace and in war They'd been bought and sold And the bars never close Till they've taken your money for rotgut booze And your head hits the ground And the world's spinning round in a game you lose And you cry out the pain But you shell out again for another glass And you pray that the morning will come And the ache in your head will pass X4 verse 3 The ladies display Every day in the windows of Amsterdam Whatever your dream You're the cat with the cream when the shutters slam And the guilt that you feel when you find it's not real Is an old, old friend And you say, "Not again, well maybe, now and then" Will it never end? And the bars never close Till they've taken your money for rotgut booze And your head hits the ground And the world's spinning round in a game you lose And you cry out the pain But you shell out again for another glass And you pray that the morning will come And the ache in your head will pass (X4) verse 4 My salt sailor days are a haze There's a red light to show the way When you're battered and bruised You forget who abused you, that's yesterday Here on the land with a glass in my hand If a wish were mine I'd be back on a ship and I'd take me a trip To the good old time Where the bars never close Till they've taken your money for rotgut booze And your head hits the ground And the world's spinning round in a game you lose And you cry out the pain But you shell out again for another glass And you pray that the morning will come And the ache in your head will pass For when we were in dock We'd flock where the whores go in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam, in Rotterdam