CHORUS

So step on board me ocean liner,

Step on board without delay, me lads.

Step on board, there’s nothing finer,

And together we’ll sail away.

When I was a’fishing up in the Gulf,
Out on the open sea,
I think of those pretty girls back on shore,
And wish that they were out here with me.

CHORUS

Well I made up me mind to follow the waves,
Hearing of good returns.
And the very next morning I found myself prawning,
And me stomach it began to churn. 

CHORUS

Working twenty-bloody-four hours a day,
With me eyes hanging out of me head.
Twenty-fours hours barely making a wage,
And wish that I was bloody-well dead.

CHORUS

Well I’m a long way from mother up here in the gulf,
A long way from family.
And I’m a bloody long way from being a [insert profession],
That my mother oh so wanted me to be.

CHORUS

Well the Captain’s a big man, he stands so high,
His head’s nearly touching the rigging.
And the crew they’re all druggos and they’re so high,
I think they’ve left the land of the living.

CHORUS

Well we’re catching and shelling and sorting prawns,
Till they bloody-well come out of our ears!
And the cook gives me the shits in more ways than one,
And I think I’m on my very last run.

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