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