Bell Bottom Trousers
Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com
CHORUS SUNG AFTER EVERY VERSE

Singing bell bottom trousers, coat of navy-blue.
Let him climb the rigging like his daddy used to do.

Once there was a waitress in the Prince George Hotel
Her mistress was a lady and her master was a swell.

They knew she was a simple girl and lately from the farm.
And so they watched her carefully to keep her from all harm.

The Forty Second Fusiliers came marching into town
And with them came a complement of rapists of renown.

They busted every maidenhead that came within their spell.
But they never made the waitress from the Prince George Hotel.

Next came a company of the Prince of Wales' Hussars
They piled into the whore house and they packed along the bars.

Many a maid and mistress and wife before them fell.
But they never made the waitress from the Prince George Hotel.

One day there came a sailor just an ordinary bloke
A-bulging at the trousers with a heart of solid oak.

At sea without a woman for seven years or more.
There wasn't any need to ask what he was looking for.

He asked her for a candlestick to light his way to bed
He asked her for a pillow to rest his weary head.

And speaking to her gently just as if he meant no harm
He asked her if she'd come to bed just so's to keep him warm.

She lifted up the blanket and a moment there did lie
He was on her; he was in her in the twinkling of an eye

He was out again, and in again, and plowing up a storm.
And the only words she said to him "I hope you're keeping warm."

When early in the morning the sailor he arose
Saying here's a two pound note my dear, for the damage I have done.

If you have a daughter, bounce her on your knee.
If you have a son, send the bastard out to sea.

Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com