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Singin' of Bell Bottem trousers, coats of navy
blue
Let 'em climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do
Once there was a waitress at the Prince George hotel
Her mistress was a ladie an' 'er master was a swell
They knew she was a simple girl an' lately from the farm
And so they watched 'er carefully to keep 'er from all harm
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The Fourty-Second Fusiliers come marchin' in
to town
An' with 'em comes the compliment of rapists of renown
They busted ev'ry maidenhead that came within their swell
But they never made the waitress at the Prince George Hotel
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Next come the company of the Prince of Wale's
Hussars
They piled into the whorehouse an' they packed along the bar
Many a maid an' mistress an' wife before 'em fell
But they never made the waitress at the Prince George Hotel
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Next comes a sailor - an ordinary bloke
A buldging at the trousers with a heart of solid oak
At sea without a woman for seven years or more
There wasn't any need to ask what he was lookin for.
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He asked her for a candel stick to light his
way to bed,
He asked her for a pillow, to rest his weary head...
And speakin' very gently - just as if he ment no harm,
He asked if she'd come to bed just so's to keep 'im warm.
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She lifted up the blanket an' a moment there
did lie
He was on her! He was in her! In the twinklin' of an eye
He was out again... and in again... an' plowin' up a storm
But the only words she said to 'im "I 'ope yer keepin' warm!"
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Early the next mornin' the sailor he arose
Sayin' here's a two pound note my dear for the damage I have caused
If you 'ave a daughter bounce 'er on yer knee
And if you have a son, well send the bastard out to sea!
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(Retard)
Now she sits aside the dock... a baby on her knee...
Waiting for the sailing ships... a coming home from sea
Waiting for them jolly tars... in navy uniform...
And all she wants to do me boys is keep the navy warm!
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