C
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain
C F
I wish to God I was back on the sea again
C
Though that belongs to the world of never will be
C F
there was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea
C F
I could fuck all the whores in damnation me boys
C F
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise
C F
Then I'd drink 'til I stank and then drink plenty more
C F
And I won't go down to the sea any more
C F
But if I had ten pounds then I'd raise a loud cheer
C F
And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear
C F
And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer
C F
And a pox and a curse on the people round here
C F
Wouldn't give you the price of a half pint of beer
C F
Wouldn't give you the price of a cup of good cheer
C F
A pox and a curse on the people round here
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A man's ambition must indeed be small to write his name upon a shithouse wall
But before I die I'll add my regal scrawl to show the world I'm left with sweet fuck all
And when all of us bold shithouse poets do die
A monument grand they will raise to the sky
A monument made just to mark our great wit
A monument of solid shit now me boys
I met with Bill James we fought over crusts
He called me a whore and I booted his crutch
Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
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