With Popeye the Sailor Man. I'm Popeye the Sailor Man, I'm Popeye the Sailor Man. I'm strong to the finich, cause I eats me spinach. I'm Popeye the Sailor
my frightened muscles won't flex during these demonstrations her fists turn into wrecking balls my impotence gives her a thrill I can't get stiff during
let you know And no one can reach you And now no great philosophy prevails May the cold wind always ripple in your sails Good luck sailor Good luck sailor Good luck sailor
not take her dress off Americano, tropicano All the sailor boys have demons They sing "oh kentucky why did you forsake me If I was meant to sail the
a sailor It's the fever, I wanna be the sailor, I wanna be the sailor The fever, I wanna be a sailor It's the fever, I wanna be the sailor, I wanna be the sailor
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohohohoh A sailor or tailor A tailor or sailor A sailor or tailor A tailor Ayy say Ay, ay sailor! Ay, ay sailor, or my my sailor
Come all you sailors Sail upon my sea Swim in these salty waters Cleanse the wounds that run so deep Come all you lovers Give your hearts to me Come
fancy a poor sailor lad who has just come from sea You are ragged love and you're dirty love And your clothes smell much of tar So be gone you saucy sailor
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popeye the sailor man Popeye the sailor man, Popeye the sailor man And I sail the lonely sea eternally. She said, ?°popeye the sailor man Popeye the sailor
Angels and sailors rich girls backyard fences tents Dreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor
me swingin' to your melody I'm in a hot house Come on, sailor I'm calling you, I am calling you I wanna know do you have to go Come on, sailor I'm
I want, and I want everything And I want to be a sailor, I want anything And I wanna be a man I want everything And I wanna be a sailor, I want anything
a shame Had three aces 'n' he had five Shame, it's a shame Oh, sailor man Shame, it's a shame Oh, sailor man Shame, it's a shame Oh, sailor man Shame
Play catch with your babe, leave it late, it don't matter Play catch with your babe, leave it late, it don't matter Beautiful sailor Beautiful son You
you fancy a poor sailor lad, Who has just come from sea? You are ragged love, you are dirty love, And your clothes smell much of tar, So begone you saucy sailor
against the river law Nobody rules the waves Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the cutty sark The single handed sailor goes sailing Sailing
All dressed in woolen bloomers you were A sleepy little sailor Fighting for his dreams Out in crashing sea She'll put you in a corner for your Boyish