(Shane MacGowan)
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain
I wish to God I was back on the sea again

Though that belongs to the world of never will be
There was never a wilder !@$( than me on the sea
I could $#&@ all the !@^%s in damnation me boys

Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise
Then I'd drink till I stank and then drink plenty more
And I won't go down to the sea any more

But if I had ten pounds then I'd raise a loud cheer
And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear
And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer

And a pox and a curse on the people round here
Wouldn't give you the price of a half pint of beer
Wouldn't give you the price of a cup of good cheer

A pox and a curse on the people round here

A man's ambition must indeed be small

To write his name upon a %#@!house wall
But before I die I'll add my regal scrawl
To show the world I'm left with sweet $#&@ all

And when all of us bold %#@!house poets do die
A monument grand they will raise to the sky
A monument made just to mark our great wit

A monument of solid %#@! now me boys
I met with Bill James we fought over crusts
He called me a !@^% and I booted his crutch

Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat
The compliments pass when the quality meet