Mike Waterson

Why, I left school Friday
And I started work on Saturday
To catch the early tide
And be a galley boy's me plan
On the fishin' grounds to roam
Eighteen hundred mile from home
I couldn't give a bugger, I'm a man

I shall get a deckie learnin'
It's the bonus I'll be earnin'
And the money comes in handy
For the old ran tan
Brylcreme in me hair
Three day millionaire
I couldn't give a bugger, I'm a man

I sh'll get meself a suit made
To show I'm in the fishin' trade
I'll put me brothel-creepers on
And swagger when I can
All me pots are pint-sized
Watch me gettin paralysed
To show the younger buggers who's a man

And when I get to skipper
I'll get married, have a nipper
I s'll take the lad to sea wi' me
And teach him all I can
I'll be a different sort of fella
Have a house out in Kirk Ella
And I'll show the bleedin' neighbours who's a man

I'll be a different sort of fellow
Have a house out in Kirk Ellow
And I'll show the bleedin' neighbours who's a man