The Tiger Lillies - Fishermen lyrics

On the portside who*es are singing while the rubbers they are flinging From a night of fornicating From a night of lubricating With sailors far away While the sun it is setting The fishermen are netting The who*es, s**m they are begetting The who*es, s**m they are forgetting Of sailors far away And the sailors they are itching their syphilis is twitching A gift Of those bewitching who*es now far away The sailors they are singing For soon they will be drowning In the sea on which they're sailing Their lives they will be failing On seas now far away