Old Bonaparte was a funny old fool; He only stood five feet and had a broken tool. But when he sat on the old bar stool He could drink ya bully 'neath the table! Aye boys, ya gotta be hard! Always pack a blade when you're going to the bar. Fly that flag; let 'em know who you are! And kiss them ladies when you're able. 'Twas a balmy night in the south of France; Louis had the floor; Boney wanted the dance.
We were all outnumbered but we took our chance And the town was burning by morning! If I don't get me grog tonight, I swear by God, there's gonna be a fight. If I don't kiss them rosy lips, I swear by God I'm gonna sink this ship! If we don't make Paris by dawn, We'll be crowned kings in the noon day sun. Louis, ya ba*tard, ya better run! And the rest of the world take warning!