歌詞

Water, water, ev'rywhere and not a drop to drink So tell me now What else can a poor fellow do But sit right down and think? Think about his girl, think about the times we had Together, boy On Friday we'd paint the town But now she ain't around. There's only... Think about some tea, even if I wanted to be A tee-totaller It's only salty sea between a drink and me It's drives you mad... Think about roast beef, think about some fish and chips In newspapers These galley meals are OK, but sausage ev'ry day. Is as bad as... Think about those girls, in the pinup photographs Around the bunk. They're standing within arm's reach, And ev'ry one a peach. It's just like...
Writer(s): Lionel Bart, Michael Pratt, Tommy Steele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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