As the Bottle Runs Dry

Standing on the shore with this maiden in my arms

A bottle of wine there’s ships 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 indicates where we glimpsed through

And though the maidens were 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, bring us more wine

We’ll become violent as the bottle runs dry

Lying on the beach with this maiden in my hand

An empty bottle there deep in the sand

And behind my back all the sailors are sleeping

Dreaming ’bout tropical islands in the sun

Where they’ve been last year or many years ago

Where the ships indicates where we glimpsed through

And though 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