As I was a’cruisin down by KGB
A rusty old trampship I happenned to see
The Empire Star was the old trampers name
She was bound out for Kiwi and then home again
Heave away HEAVE AWAY
Heave away HEAVE AWAY
From the lighthouse to the shitehouse is a bloody long way.
Now, when we left old London, down the Channel we sped
We cruised across Biscay, we were bound for NZ
We passed through the straight and down to the Med
It took 22 days then to reach Port Said
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Our bosun you know him, he wears a peak cap
He sends us to smoko and he says “hurry back”
But when we get to London we’ll all get the sack
Cos we all went to smoko and never came back
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Now, the cook he is trying to poison the crew
We don’t know what it is, but he calls it a stew
It’s the funniest mixture that you’ve ever seen
And it reminds us distinctly of tar boiled in sea
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Of rust on the foredeck there isn’t a trace
The old man looks upon it with a smile on his face
But he’ll have a blue fit, when he sees all the shit
That’s we left hiding behind every which padded bit
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Our chief engineer was sipping his beer
When he was hit in the eye by some shit on the gear
Now we see him down dock street with a hole in his eye
He was blinded by bullshit in the blue funnel line
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