Salty Dog - Live

One, a-two
One, two, three, four

I'll wait for you 'til I turn blue
There's nothin' more a man can do
Don't get your bollocks in a twist
Settle down, don't take a fit

Drank with demons straight form Hell
Almost nearly won as well
Wiped the floor with victory
(Then puked until you fell asleep)

Blackened was the banshee's wail
These boot will never fill her jail
You crawled into an empty boat
For the Gulf of Mexico

Cortez came and so did you
From the ashes charred and blue
Smellin' like a salty dog
(Back from Hell where you belong)

Everybody

Anarchy, the scourge of every sea
The Antichrist aboard a rig
With us your cutthroat thieves

The ship went down, we all near drowned
Ya stood there on the deck
The Spanish came and flogged yer arse
And dragged you from the wreck

They threw a rope around yer neck
To watch you dance the jig of death
Then left you for the starvin' crows
Hoverin' like hungry whores

One flew down plucked out your eye
The other had in his sights
Snarled at him, said leave me be

How it can be worse, California?
It could be worse, we could be Welsh

I need the bugger so I can see

Nice one
It's time to, it's time to refresh to memory, I'm sorry

Cheers you once again, Los Angeles
And also, I'd like to raise my beer to a man
When I was a very, very young boy at about four years of age
My father brought me out and he bought me two albums, okay?
One of them was The Dubliners "Live At The Gaiety Theatre", okay?
And the other one was the man who made one of the greatest albums of all time
Whom today it's a sixth anniversary of his death
Well, we shall never forget him
The beautiful Mr. Johnny Cash, people

We would sincerely like to dedicate this song to Johnny
It's a song about being pissed off
Which he was, from time and again