The sea under my thumb

 I had the sea under my thumb

I had a bee in my bonnet and a bread crumb

It came out of me like I had gone numb

Oh I had the sea under my thumb

We had really pushed the boat out

It was a flotilla of rudders and clout

It was seasoned by unders of trout

Floundering, foundering all about

I skinned a brass monkey flew six sheets to the wind

I wasted my money on blackjack but never to win

And old sally's army has me by the skin

Of my nose, my teeth and my false grin

They're liars those men I meet at the bar

They're liars, charlatans con artists they are

Pretending to be the wise men of the ship

But they're scrabbling round inside of a skip

Why did I ever offer up my piano

the last chance I had of bringing it narrow

Singing it sparrow

It was mine, but I gave it away

To people who will never be friends anyway

People who I pay

People who I pay

The sea is rotten as a green tomato

and I am forgotten before I even start oh

Have I an option, or am I overcome

With the greatest sadness of all, 

that's missing my mum