Mouth Port Testo

the boys for whom i ralliedthe joy in which i dallied
leave me wishing port were staboard
overtired and gallied
soaking wet down from my wrists
overtired and gallied
mouth port is no place for sailors
whilst i should find this ironic
i find it sad
at least there is no time to waste
in a city with no fun to be had
we're in the same boat of the south sea
i already know that
we're in the same boat of the south sea
but i don't want to here it
when you're fucking me
pencil boys harbour erotic doubt
i harboured love before you folded out
sailors bridesmaids use machine guns
i harboured love before you folded out
we're in the same boat of the south sea
i already know that
we're in the same boat of the south sea
but i don't want to hear it
when you're fucking me
at least there is no time to waste
in a city with no fun to be had