my dreams come true There'll be a big boat waitin' on me I'll ride it out to sea And I'll get up on the roof and dance When my dreams come true When
I've heard about a great big swindle I read about it in a book The book flew out the window Was later found by thieves and crooks And now they're singin
two sunkers When straight through the channel to Toslow we'll go I'm a son of a sea cook, I'm a cook in a trader I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the
over wave, sea over bow I'm as happy a man as the sea will allow Theres no other life for a sailor like me And to sail the salt sea boys, sail the sea
sun and having fun, fun, fun Till Daddy takes the gun away From the Big Church to the Big River And out to the Shining Sea This is the Land of Opportunity
skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my great
Big Ted's dead, he was a great old pig He'd eat most anything, never wore a wig Now he's gone like snow on the water, goodbye He was getting old so the
the sun and having fun, fun, fun Till daddy takes the gun away From the big church to the big river And out to the shining sea This is the land of opportunity
tall and shook my hand He took pleasure In the moment In the measure of a man Then he turned And left me standing And he asked you out to dance But
while we're alive It's the best thing we can do We'll have no time upon Cloud Nine So Heaven on Earth will have to do I can sing like a bird And dance
I don't mind confiding That I make stupid mistakes Been misled and misguided And I'm easily led astray But you can dance with disaster Never missing
time, dance real slow Remember that song from the radio Got your old man's, got a place to go Cause we all need a little temptation Those two big fellas
, Fried in maggoty butter CHORUS I don't want your maggoty fish They're no good for winter Well I can buy as good as that, Way down in Bonavista! CHORUS I took Liza to a dance
runs strong There's nothing a doting lad won't do To keep his princess warm He'll tease her with poems and promises He'll ask her out to dance He'll cajole
Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance
big monsoon And she keeps me crazy Like a great gondola on a midnight lake She floats in my heart big and lazy She says, "i'm your studla" (big
When my dreams come ttue There'll be a big boat waitin' on me I'll ride it out to sea And Ill get up on the roof and dance When my dreams come true