Dear dirty London in the pouring rain   I wish to God I was back in the sea again   Though that belongs to the world of never will be   There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea      I could fuck all the whores in damnation me boys   Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise   Then I'd drink till I stank and then drink plenty more   And I won't go down to the sea any more      But if I had ten pounds then I'd raise a loud cheer   And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear   And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer   And a pox and a curse on the people round here      Wouldn't give you the price of a half pint of beer   Wouldn't give you the price of a cup of good cheer   A pox and a curse on the people round here      A man's ambition must indeed be small   To write his name upon a shit house 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 shit house 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   I called him a whore and he booted his crutch   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