"Matrosen Song" lyrics

Hey there, we're sailing off to Burma this evening
With enough good Scotch on board to float all the way
Plus a crate of great cigars, Henry Clay
Had it up to here with girls, so we're leaving
'Cause it's time to start a brand-new day
Yes, it's time to start a brand-new day

Now, we never ever smoke other brands of cigars
And this leaky tub will barely get us to Burma
And we don't need that God who's up there in the stars
And we don't need all His laws on terra firma
So all right, goodbye

And the ship sails away, and it may reach Rangoon
And as for God, well, we don't get Him
And it may be that God feels just the same about us
So let's hope He doesn't let it upset Him
And all right, goodbye

We're off on the sea and it's "Who gives a damn?"
Life's perfect 'cause nothing is missing
And your dreams of glory? Just take 'em and scram
The whole world's our pot and we're pissing

Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
And all the world goes on its way
And when the day is over
We start another day
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
And that's how it's gonna stay
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
The sea is blue

Hey there, we might go to a movie if you want to
They'll make us pay, we don't care, me and you
We won't grow our gray hairs, not until they're due
People like us are entitled to a bit of fun too
'Cause there's not a thing that we have to do
No, there's not a thing that we have to do

Now, we never smoke cigars that cost less than five cents
And that cheap bread gives us indigestion
And we don't give a damn what makes other guys tense
And as for soul searching, there's just no question
That's not why we're here

And our life sails away, and who knows where it ends?
And as for God, well, let's forget Him
And it may be that God feels just the same about us
So let's hope He won't let it upset Him
Yeah, why should we care?

Our lives are our own and we don't give a damn
Life's perfect, 'cause nothing is missing
And your dreams of glory? Just take 'em and scram
The whole world's our pot and we're pissing

Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
And all the world goes on its way
And when the day is over
We start another day
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
And that's just how it's gonna stay
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
The sea is blue

Now all we need is for a storm to blow up
Relax, there's the docks of Rangoon up ahead
Hey, wait, that's only a bank of black clouds in the air
Jesus, and the waves are going crazy out there
Jesus, in a minute the whole lot of us will be dead

Well, we knew we'd have to die somewhere
Yeah, we knew we'd have to die somewhere

Down goes the ship and soon the sea washes over
Nothing but sharks down there to show a drowned man the way
Scotch is of no use to them, crates of Henry Clay
Where they're going, there are no girls who need a lover
They won't ever see another day
They won't ever see another day

And the water comes up, and the ship's going down
And as for a harbor, we don't get one
Just a wreck of a ship and a glimpse of a shore
But of course, one can't let it upset one
So all right, goodbye

Then for once, you don't hear all that big talk in the air
And the big talkers suddenly look smaller
And they're down on their knees and mumbling about their Father who's up there
And they're starting to weigh the sins their souls must bear
And that's how they die

And now let me tell you a fact that you ought to know
When you stand before the throne where your Lord is sitting
You may have been bragging a lifetime or so
But now, when it matters, you're shitting

Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
And all the world goes on its way
But when the day is over
There is no other day
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
And we don't have that long to stay
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
Ah, the sea is blue, so blue
The sea is blue