Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's got no legs
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he walks on wooden pegs
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's got no legs
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he walks on wooden pegs
To sink a scooner he aspired, as Bosun ordered starboard fire
But the gunners aim was far too poor, and blew his legs to Galway shore
Our Bosun was a handsome lad, who fancy trousers always had
But now he walks like he was sick, with wooden pegs and iron prick
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's out of sight
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, his face is not quite right
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's out of sight
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, his face is not quite right
Eadbutting with a powder keg, his eyeballs turned to shattered eggs
He likes to keep his corn pipe lit, his sockets now two gaping pits
His teeth they rot, are now long gone, from chewing his tobacco wrong
His horrid smile, his awful grin, will turn your bowels outside-in
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's full of holes
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, punctured are his bowels
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's full of holes
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, punctured are his bowels
He fell from our main top mast, took with him our youngest ghast
He landed on a pile of nails, his screams echoed through the sails
Our Bosun now a hopeless drunk, pouring rum right down his trunk
But leaking like a rusty sieve, his belly's lost it's will to live
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's lost his head
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he be a broken man
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, our Bosun's lost his head
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he be a broken man
Once we tried for mutiny, and threw our Bosun in the sea
Then with a shark he picked a fight, lost his hand in one big bite
But the giant fish had a taste for more, jumped the deck in flesh and gore
Oh Bosun grabbed it's beastly fun, came back and whipped us for our sins
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he be a tattered shit
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, but Bosun rules the ship
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, he be a tattered shit
Hej Hå, Hej Hå, but Bosun rules the ship
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