Hadaway Sting

[Verse 1]
Ah, you've got to be joking, you're taking the piss
I'd have to be stupid to go on with this
I wasn't born yesterday, or even last week
It's someone with sailing experience you seek?
I wouldn't sail with you on the last ship aground
In a biblical flood, I'd be better off drowned
So drink up your bevies and have a good sup
I'll be no part of this fancy O'Brian's dreamed up
Find some other idiot to pilot your craft
And tomorrow you'll be sober

[Chorus]
Had away, had away, had away, with you all
You know you've got nothing, you've got nothing at all
Had away, you're just pissing your beer up the wall
And you're out of your tiny minds

[Verse 2]
I had a friend on the ships his name was Joe Dorsey
He'd get into port he'd be straight to the horsies
He begged and he pleaded, he was some operator
600 to one, and he'd pay me back later
He claimed it was certain that we'd be in clover
And the next time we sailed past the White Cliffs of Dover
We'd be sailing a yacht of our own to the Med
I lent him the money, I was out of me head
I didn't see hide of him for nine months, maybe ten
And didn't the bastard just ask me again?
For the loan of a tenner he'd pay me back soon
All the money he owed me, I answered the loon