He was pretty good for a fix
The contract had a few flaws
Like a-helping out on the oars
Smuggling girlies and Charlie Claus
In the back of our amps to Saxon shores, I tell ya
We'll see your stage of fools
Dropping those pagan blues
The first time we played Britannia
She was wearing the dead man's shoes I tell ya
Shoes I tell ya
Out on the Straits of Dover
We could see them rolling in the clover
And Willie swore by the boy in the barrel
He gonna turn those cowsons over
We were billed as the Kings of Fear
From the port of Agadir
The roadie sets up on Hastings Pier
And we all get totaled on pervitin gear, I tell ya
