Lyrics:
The Weeks Sailor Song

, "That's dope! Baby, you're down?" She said, "Yeah, we could leave right now!" The very next day I put the check in the mail And one week later we were ready to sail

week Well I tuned into the radio and flipped across the dial I was searching for the missing chord, I'd missed it for awhile Then they played a song

's dope baby, you're down?" She said, "Yeah we could leave right now" The very next day I put the check in the mail And one week later we were ready to sail

scuba diving. The streets is-a wet. The streets is-a wet. Vino, vino, atsa glass-a wine. You drink Yousef, I'll-a drink-a mine. Vittorio DeSica makes a picture twice-a week

't believe what you said but walkin by my door I find all these smilin' faces locked up and tied oh the rhythm, an old song I heard wild and afraid I'll sail

from Sweden shores Looking for some work to do And the Statue of Liberty waved him by As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill As Joe come a sailing through

dung a Cassava Can testify seh yuh a community barber Yuh just bad inna yuh songs Call man fag when mi a fuck gal so long Yuh a just start get gal last week

I am an old old sailor With a future much shorter than his past I live alone, I do not wander A world that just slips further from my grasp And from

dung a Cassava Can testify seh yuh a community barber Yuh just bad inna yuh songs Call man fag when mi a fuck gal so long Yuh a just start get gal last week