Ah, ye´ve gotta be joking, yr tekkin´ the piss,
I´d have to be stupid to go on wi´ this,
I wasn´t born yesterday, or even last week,
It´s someone with sailing experience ye seek?
I wouldn´t sail with you´s on the last ship aground,

In a biblical flood, I´d be better off drowned,
So drink up yr bevies and have a good sup,
I´ll no part o´ this fancy O´ Brian´s dreamed up,
Find some other idiot to pilot your craft,
And tomorrow ye´ll be sober.

Hadaway, hadaway, hadaway, with ye´s all,
Ye know ye´ve got nowt ye´ve got nothing at all,
Hadaway, yr just pissin´ yr beer up the wall,
And you´re out of your tiny minds.

I had a friend on the ships his name was Joe Dorsey,
He´d get into port he´d be straight to the horsies,
He begged and he pleaded, he was some operator,
600 to one, and he´d pay me back later,
He claimed it was certain that we´d be in clover,

And the next time we sailed past the White Cliffs of Dover,
We´d be sailing a yacht of our own to the Med,
I lent him the money, I was out of me head,
I didn´t see hide of him for nine months, maybe ten,
And didn´t the bastard just ask me again?
For the loan of a tenner he´d pay me back soon,
All the money he owed me, I answered the loon,

Hadaway, hadaway, hadaway, with ye´s all,
Ye know ye´ve got nowt ye´ve got nothing at all,
Hadaway, yr just pissin´ yr beer up the wall,
And you´re out of your tiny minds.

I once had a girl down in Tenerife,
A passionate courtship albeit brief,
But what happened next, it just beggared belief,

If I tell ye, ye´ll be sober.
The second night in she claims she´s with child,
Afore yesterday night she´d been pure, undefiled,
I must be the father, court papers she´d filed,
So what did I tell her me rovers?

Hadaway, hadaway, hadaway, with ye´s all,
Ye know ye´ve got nowt ye´ve got nothing at all,
Hadaway, yr just pissin´ yr beer up the wall,
Ye think you´ve got a case, you´ve got sweet bugger all,
And you´re out of your tiny minds,
And you´re out of your tiny minds,
And you´re out of your tiny minds.