the boys for whom i rallied   the joy in which i dallied   leave me wishing port were staboard   overtired and gallied   soaking wet down from my wrists   overtired and gallied      mouth port is no place for sailors      whilst i should find this ironic   i find it sad   at least there is no time to waste   in a city with no fun to be had      we're in the same boat of the south sea   i already know that   we're in the same boat of the south sea   but i don't want to here it   when you're fucking me      pencil boys harbour erotic doubt   i harboured love before you folded out   sailors bridesmaids use machine guns   i harboured love before you folded out      we're in the same boat of the south sea   i already know that   we're in the same boat of the south sea   but i don't want to hear it   when you're fucking me      at least there is no time to waste   in a city with no fun to be had