I'm thinking about when I was a sailor
Spent my time
on the open sea
When we'd stay
off the coast of Jamaica
And secretly steal a shore
Made of the wet wood
For the lazy soul
Sing with the sailors
Vaheevillah,
onward,
sailor Vaheevillah,
onward,
sailor
Vaheevillah,
onward, sailor Vaheevillah,
onward, sailor
Either way,
every evening I'd be gone Better be back on board my Fremcord dove
I'm thinking about the nights in Jamaica Pretty girls
dance here and there
Stole a kid,
and now I'm drunk as a sailor And Captain Dongo,
Sibilia dongo
Dancing with native girls
To songs of a sailor
Voilà, voilà, I'm a lover sailor
Vaheevillah, onward, sailor Vahevillah,
onward, sailor