Captain Dan And The Scurvy Crew - Drunken Sailor lyrics

(Cap D) Drunken sailors always favor to savor the flavor of rum that they won from the fruits of their labors braver from their greater tolerance for them vapors Alcohol always falls at the root of their Capers what happens when they sawing log in a haze or a fog face first in their grog? You gotta leave em with a mark cause they bein a wog! How dare they call them selves a great sea dawg Piss on their leg, pose em up on their peg kick them off of their keg, crush their head like an egg we don't tolerate debates cause your late Yet in a sad sorry state supposed to man your post by 8 What do we do with a drunken sailor you know we got them drunken sailors what we gonna do with them drunken sailors? Earl ae in the mornin? (Wake em up yo) (Admirality) Eeeeeeearly in the morning is when sailors get to drinking In the Royal British Navy where the whiskey does the thinking! Make haste to the waste when them mugs begin a clinking Yeah you pirates lack the bullocks for the bottles we be sinking We're Steaming! The sun's up over the yardarm, Dreaming of the better times when we're becalmed When you don't know your name, and you smell like a farm Time to pop another cork and do yourself some harm You may see fit to complain but we can sail when we're tanked, Getting the job done while you boys be collapsing like banks Pissed as rats but propped up in immaculate ranks What do we do with a drunken sailor you know we got them drunken sailors what we gonna do with them drunken sailors? Earl ae in the mornin? (Wake em up yo) (Sea Dawg) a drunken sailor, is there any other kind? where we come from the sober are very hard to find why else are we inclined to be so unkind we leave the daily grind behind and risk one eye goin' blind our style is here, albeit a bit belated, a fiery breeze in a field so saturated yer sound can be drowned by the screams of others If the scurvy crew knocks ye down ye might never recover so take cover lest ye discover how merciless we are on the battlefield, the card table, or the bar We don't give in, we never falter not a man who serves with us will sniff the hempen halter We'd rather die in battle instead, my men get paid unless they're swingin the lead, fight with me and you'll lose at least a leg, sorry i meant yer head Once I made a jury mast from the enemy's dead What do we do with a drunken sailor you know we got them drunken sailors what we gonna do with them drunken sailors? Earl ae in the mornin? (Wake em up yo)