OH COME PITY ME, A POOR MAD SAILOR
STRANDED ON THIS LOVE
HERE I LIE LIKE DRIFTWOOD, HONEY
IS THIS WHAT I? VE BECOME.
I GO HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER
AT A LADY? S WILL, UNDER YOU.
AT A LADY? S WILL
I? M DRIFTING STILL
I? M DRIFTING STILL.
SO I ASK IN FADING INNOCENCE
AND ALL MY FULL RAGE
WILL YOUR HANDS STILL TOUCH ME
WHEN MY FACE HAS FALLEN IN WITH AGE.
I GO HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER
AT A LADY? S WILL, UNDER YOU.
HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER
AT A LADY? S WILL, UNDER YOU.
AT A LADY? S WILL
I? M DRIFTING STILL
I? M DRIFTING STILL.
HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER
AT A LADY? S WILL
HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER
AT A LADY? S WILL