Sailor’s Sirtaki / The Crew on Shore
Rotterdam… The crew’s hit the shore, Cheap drinks, wild nights, and girls galore. The cabaret’s packed, shoulder to shoulder, thirsty as hell— since Bombay, they’ve grown older.
A squad of cops, maybe four in the line, kicked in the door like they’re big and they’re fine. The boys started heckling, giving ‘em hell, and the Sparks gave ‘em the finger— fast as a bell.
Lock us up quick, throw us in the pen... Ma’ will be waiting for letters again. But lockup or life out there on the brine? The brig and the ship... they’re two of a kind.
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