To Oscar - Act II

[Chorus 2X: - singing] + (Sailor)
It's very hard to be a sailor for a shrimp (yeah yeah babe I know).
Because boys like that are always out of money (yeah yeah babe I know).
[1] They are feeling when not at sea like a pimp (yeah yeah babe I know).
[2] Making up and drinking like air in a baloney (yeah yeah babe I know).

[Sailor]
From my mouth I have said an awful lot of nonsense words,
And heard even more to really take some notice of;
Though I got to keep calm to make the drinks all feel right,
Otherwise all the people would just leave into the night.
Like games we make up when we ain't sober to really feel,
Ourselves or what is exactly on the other turning wheel;
We pretend we have experience beyond our working years,
But all we have really on are new clean untouched underwears.
You got to feel the sweat and tears I'm going through,
To know each working day is for me real and true;
A fisherman is more than a sailor for a shrimp,
He's working real hard labor with each his limb.

[Chorus]
It's very hard to be a sailor for a shrimp (yeah yeah babe I know).
Because boys like that are always out of money (yeah yeah babe I know).
They are feeling when not at sea like a pimp (yeah yeah babe I know).
Making up and drinking like air in a baloney (yeah yeah babe I know).

[Sailor]
Each day out there is as uneasy working as any other,
To give some feeling a thought or even to bother;
But I got to stay calm to keep out of the water,
And inside the ship with its buzzing of its bater.
North Atlantic ocean is the place where I stay,
Working and longing for the ends to meet the day;
Man these times are proving to be hard and long,
Keeping me in hoping when each night is very young.
With I got a book or two that I could read on,
Making up for times that are long time here gone;
That's the way my life goes - moves on in the shrimpin',
Better not fall - better not to be weakly limbin'.

[Chorus]