At that point a sailor came by
And he gave old May the eye
He was legless and drunk
At that point a sailor came by
And he gave old May the eye
He was legless and drunk
And Mayâs heart sunk
At that point a sailor came by
And he gave old May the eye
He was legless and drunk
And Mayâs heart sunk
So she punched the poor guy in the eye.
The Sailed wailed " Whyâd you do that?"
The Sailor wailed " Whyâd you do that?"
âYou almost knocked me flatâ
The Sailor wailed " Whyâd you do that?"
âYou almost knocked me flatâ
âCos youâre drunk and you smellâ
The Sailor wailed " Whyâd you do that?"
âYou almost knocked me flatâ
âCos youâre drunk and you smell -
and youâre married as wellâ
The Sailor wailed " Whyâd you do that?"
âYou almost knocked me flatâ
âCos youâre drunk and you smell -
and youâre married as well
I know your type you ratâ
Just down the road was an awful noise
Just down the road was an awful noise
It was a group of men - dressed as cowboys
Just down the road was an awful noise
It was a group of men - dressed as cowboys
One with a horse
Just down the road was an awful noise
It was a group of men - dressed as cowboys
One with a horse
And a stetson, of course
Just down the road was an awful noise
It was a group of men - dressed as cowboys
One with a horse
And a stetson, of course
Plus quite a few childish toys.
The police arrived very soon
The police arrived very soon
A punch up ensued, just like High Noon
The police arrived very soon
A punch up ensued, just like high noon
Meat wagons turned up
The police arrived very soon
A punch up ensued, just like high noon
Meat wagons turned up
And began a clean up
Oops!
The police arrived very soon
A punch up ensued, just like high noon
Meat wagons turned up
And began a clean up
Then they went for a beer in the saloon
Rita the bar owner was a buxom lass
No, that doesnât rhyme Rhian. ![]()
Rita the bar owner was a buxom lass
Not quite what youâd call âa bit of classâ
Rita the bar owner was a buxom lass
Not quite what youâd call 'a bit of class"
She was fond of her bourbon
Rita the bar owner was a buxom lass
Not quite what youâd call 'a bit of class"
She was fond of her bourbon
And wore a red turban