| Lyrics: | John Lee, your headache's growing, the cold wind's blowing
But the sea's without a
ripple
John Lee, your forehead's damp, your muscles cramp
And the sea can't use a
cripple
(Chorus)
John Lee, you're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee
John
Lee, you're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee
John Lee's been made a freeman, his
heart's a seaman
But his flesh won't make a sailor
Working in a big hotel, waiting for the
bell
That's ringing for his labour
(Chorus)
John Lee, your chances are good, you better
touch wood
We think things must get better
John Lee, you've a friend so true, she wants to
help you
Miss Keyes has sent a letter
(Chorus) |
