What you left, you have shed like skin
And old skin needs, they are locked in your bedroom drawer
Thought that all the ghosts would disappear
And they'll never make any money, you know
Change my name while you sit at home
And I'll never be your wishes three
Oh, my old stares, you're beckoning, singing
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Oh, cries the wolf, "I'm better now"
And I could have seen if I wanted to
But I believed you, my dear
Even with fingers crossed behind your back, oh
And they'll never make any money, you know
Change my name while you sit at home
And I'll never be your wishes three
Oh, my old stares, you're beckoning, singing
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Oh poison's never been enough
You'd sell your shoes to drink from an empty cup
And let the gullet down softly knocking always
You won't taste it but I do, I do, I do
Oh love, love, love, love
And they'll never make any money, you know
And they'll never be your wishes,