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
l And we all sang as the boat was sinking
Chorus:
Bring us more women, bring us more wine
We'll become violent as the bottle runs dry
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
