I've been told I'll make a good wife someday.
Whatever for, if all he's gonna do is sail away?
It's not that I'd be lonely, and it's not that I'd be bored.
It's not that I'd be jealous of the women he'd adore.
It's just a simple matter of envious desire,
I was born with a roving eye.

I wanna be one o' the boys, I want to sail upon the sea,
I want a lover in every port and one to wait for me, yeah, one to wait for me.
Gimme a jigger and I will toast to those upon the shore,
And I'll endeavour to never be one o' them who wait for more, them who wait for more, hey, hey.

The widow's walk is not for me.
I found a better way to move from 'A' to 'B'.
It's not that I'm ignoring all the danger and the toil,
It's not that I'm ungrateful, but my blood begins to boil.
It's more along the lines of giving up the ghost
Of a life somebody else devised.

I wanna be one o' the boys, I want to sail upon the sea,
I want a lover in every port and one to wait for me, yeah, one to wait for me.
Gimme a jigger and I will toast to those upon the shore, 
And I'll endeavour to never be one o' them who wait for more, them who wait for more, hey, hey.

(improvised solos, guitar and vocal)

Chorus....
Chorus again, really, really fast!