My sail is full of wind
an end to all my suffering
There's land ahoy
the who*es are waiting full of joy
The clap it waits behind those doors
syphilis in every who*e
10 years later I'll be mad
but I'll drink now and not be sad
d**h waits for us as a friend
I'm looking forward to the end
This life's a joke so make haste
it's all in such bad taste
Well each old sailor knows his fate
the grim reaper makes a date
On the sea you wait for d**h
it's just your time till your ship's wrecked
We will drink f** our who*es
time out soon we know for sure
With gonorrhoea these who*es infect
but soon we'll take the sea as breath
This life's a joke so make haste
it's all in such bad taste