All dressed in woolen bloomers you were   A sleepy little sailor   Fighting for his dreams   Out in crashing sea      She'll put you in a corner for your   Boyish little nature   And send you off to be   With your bottom red      Under cover you wanna love her   But you won't behave   She'll make you wait for   What you crave      Now on the sea you'll search forever   Lovers that you squandered   For her you'd always leave   And leave their hearts to bleed      You hear her calling   Red skies a warning   Your ship has gone ashore   That siren's lock is on your door      Now in your room you'll yearn for all her   White and yellow roses   That you've only seen   In your wildest dreams      Your suffering can't pay for all the   Gifts she'll never offer   You'd think she'd never heard   Three magic little words