As The Bottle Runs Dry

Standing on the shore with this maiden in my arms
A bottle of wine and the shit floating by
And, behind my back all the sailors are singing
About Amsterdam or some other bloody town
Where they've been last year or many years ago
Where the ships on the quays were wiggling to and fro
And the maidens where plenty and horny as hell
And the wine was so much that nobody could tell
And we all sang as the boat was sinking

BRING US MORE WOMEN AND BRING US MORE WINE
WE'LL BECOME VIOLENT AS THE BOTTLE RUNS DRY

BRING US MORE WOMEN AND BRING US MORE WINE
WE'LL BECOME VIOLENT AS THE BOTTLE RUNS DRY

Lying on the beach with this maiden in my hands
An empty bottle buried deep in the sand
And, behind my back all the sailors are a-sleeping
Dreaming about tropical islands in the sun
Where they been last year or many years ago
Where the ships on the quays were wiggling to and fro
And the maidens where plenty and horny as hell
And the wine was so much that nobody could tell
And we all sang as the boat was sinking

BRING US MORE WOMEN AND BRING US MORE WINE
WE'LL BECOME VIOLENT AS THE BOTTLE RUNS DRY

BRING US MORE WOMEN AND BRING US MORE WINE
WE'LL BECOME VIOLENT AS THE BOTTLE RUNS DRY