Old Bonaparte was a funny old fool;
He only stood five feet and had a broken tool.
But when he sat on the old bar stool
He could drink ya bully 'neath the table!
Aye boys, ya gotta be hard!
Always pack a blade when you're going to the bar.
Fly that flag; let 'em know who you are!
And kiss them ladies when you're able.
'Twas a balmy night in the south of France;
Louis had the floor; Boney wanted the dance.
We were all outnumbered but we took our chance
And the town was burning by morning!
If I don't get me grog tonight,
I swear by God, there's gonna be a fight.
If I don't kiss them rosy lips,
I swear by God I'm gonna sink this ship!
If we don't make Paris by dawn,
We'll be crowned kings in the noon day sun.
Louis, ya ba*tard, ya better run!
And the rest of the world take warning!