Dirty London in a pouring rain I wish to God I was back in the sea again Though that belongs to the world and never will be There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea I could fuck all the horses down next to me boys I'd wriggle and holler and make a great noise I'd turn to a dragon and trample anymore And I wouldn't go down in the sea anymore I'd weigh ten pounds and I'd rise to that chair And I'd puffed on me neighbours more distant than dare I'd pop my belly crippling buckets of beer I'd pux and I'd curse and I'd peep around here I wouldn't give you the price of a half pint of beer I wouldn't give you the price of a cup against you I'd pux and I'd curse and I'd peep around here A man's ambition must indeed be small To write his name upon a shit house wall But before I die I'll add my regal stroll To show the world I'm left with sweet fuck all And when all of us bullshit has paused to die A monument grander will rise to the sky A monument might just demarcate the wind A monument I'll sell a ship for me boys I'll make a bell jostling the foot of a cross I'll call him a herd he'll bow to me cross We'll shout out the jack and we'll start in a tree The compliments passing the quality mate The compliments passing the quality mate The compliments passing the quality mate The compliments passing the quality mate