The beer mats are wading   
In a table of froth   
The bar girl is serving   
With a check drying cloth   
She'll bend over backwards even though she's knackered   
I wonder if there'll have her up in heaven 

Like the sailors I walk home, it's six a.m.   
Heaven's round the corner in a comfortable bed   
And I love her.   

The officers and seamen   
Elbow places at the bar   
Words that tempt the goddess   
Don't leave beats upon the heart   
But she'll service his pleasure   
And never know the treasure   
That his wife keeps forever up in heaven 

The first light of the morning   
Proves too much for the street   
No one sees each other   
Just their presence there to meet   
Your chin takes to stubble at the sight of a funnel   
And the gangplank is no trouble up to heaven