The Whalers (Thar She Blows)

Gimme the spear Gimme it quick And I'll kill The son on Moby Dick I'll throw the carcass on the boil Sell my soul for blossy oil Murder in the silver foam Grab the gold and sail back home Slaughter cubs and mummy too Here's a perfume just for you Thar she blows Thar she blows There she blows See the spout Money is what it's all about In leopard skins and tiger shoes We all sing the dog food blues Sling it on the rusty deck Rip the sinew from its neck You can't complain, it's fair enough We kill it and you buy the stuff Thar she blows Thar she blows I'm a whaler man, a buccaneer, the butcher boy Born a hero dyin' slow You're only blubber what did I say here today Will you be here tomorrow? Will you be here tomorrow? Gimme the spear Gimme it quick And I'll kill The son on Moby Dick I'll throw the carcass on the boil Sell my soul for blossy oil Murder in the silver foam Grab the gold and sail back home Slaughter cubs and mummy too Here's a perfume just for you Thar she blows Thar she blows