When I first went aboard that bloody godforsaken ship
Davy Jones held out his hand and offered me a trip
But the trip I got was a slavery job, with no chance of a pay
Now I’m stuck here cleaning decks, until my dying day
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason
You speak of cleaning deck like it’s an awful thing to do
There are far worse jobs below the deck that I could offer you
Have you ever wondered why I’m scarred from my shoulders to my hip
The boatswain is still using me while practising his whip
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason
The velvet touch of cat-o’-nine is music to my ears
I have been hanging upside down for 27 years
Me feet are numb, I cannot eat, I’m living in disgrace
For everytime I need to go, I do it in my face
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason
I’d be happy like a lobster hanging upside down like you
Let me tell a story, it is absolutely true
Once while I got keelhauled, my bollocks they got stuck
And the men didn’t stop their pulling and my manly parts were plucked
If you think that’s all of it, you’d better think again
They thought I was a wench, a gift from Davy Jones to them
No manly parts, no bollocks left, no fiddle there to see
The men lined up took turns impregnating me
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason
Oh, it could be worse, don’t try to boast, our lives have no good reason
The Flying Dutchman’s men we be in tragedy and treason