Original lyrics
ENI was bored and I wanted a trip.
Not on drugs but on a foreign ship.
Didn't talk much, but they liked me.
With stay-ups and make-up I felt free.
The things we did would put us in jail.
With a wooden leg I couldn't fail.
Got a tatto with their names and all.
They were rough and strong, bearded and tall.
She-sick sailors, gave me "Santa's beard".
She-sick sailors, into my port hey steered.
Rugged men of the Seven Seas.
Doing with me whatever, whatever they please.
Tired of men shooting to quick.
I want something like ol' Moby's dick.
Set sail and find me a whale in heat.
On, boy, just imagine a thousand pounds of meat.
