And it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog,
All gone for beer and tobacco,
Well, I’ve spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin,
And across the western ocean I must wander.
If you come around
No more pain and no regrets
Watch the sun go brown
Smoking cobalt cigarettes
There's no need to hide
Taking things the easy way
If I stay inside
I might live til Saturday
So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge and the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job...honey
Past corrugated tin shacks full up with kids
And man, I don't mean a Hampstead nursery
But when you own a big chunk of the bloody Third World
The babies just come with the scenery
Don't Get Me Wrong
Don't get me wrong
If I'm looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by