My arm's aching, back's breaking, legs aching neck And this whole ruddy ship is a huge creaking wreck. We've flown ten thousand miles with this thorn in our sides, though the wind's steady strong with no clouds in the skies. The rope's creaking, ship's leaking, sails are on fire, and this whole bloody ship could go up like a pyre. We've got smiles on our faces, but we've seen this before No telling just now what we have in store.
