The Whalers (Thar She Blows)

Gimme the spear
Gimme it quick
And I’ll kill
The son on Moby Dick
I’ll throw the carcass on the boil
Sell my soul for blossy oil
Murder in the silver foam
Grab the gold and sail back home
Slaughter cubs and mummy too
Here’s a perfume just for you
Thar she blows
Thar she blows
There she blows
See the spout
Money is what it’s all about
In leopard skins and tiger shoes
We all sing the dog food blues
Sling it on the rusty deck
Rip the sinew from its neck
You can’t complain, it’s fair enough
We kill it and you buy the stuff
Thar she blows
Thar she blows
I’m a whaler man, a buccaneer, the butcher boy
Born a hero dyin' slow
You’re only blubber what did I say here today
Will you be here tomorrow?
Will you be here tomorrow?
Gimme the spear
Gimme it quick
And I’ll kill
The son on Moby Dick
I’ll throw the carcass on the boil
Sell my soul for blossy oil
Murder in the silver foam
Grab the gold and sail back home
Slaughter cubs and mummy too
Here’s a perfume just for you
Thar she blows
Thar she blows