Now i can guess that some of you are wondering at my navy blues
Or how i came to be - oh a sailor on the sea.
You may think that i'm too daft to know what's forward and which is aft,

But when i've sung my song - oh, you'll all agree you're wrong.
A happy-go-lucky a.b. on the land or the sea
I know a few nautical games and my name's bell bottom george


A girl in each port may be true of the boys dressed in blue,
A sailor i know has got three and it's me, bell bottom george

It's the same to me as we sail to tripoli or we go back home to dover
I can go ashore and have one or two more till i'm feeling half-seas-over.
Adventures i've had by the score, what a life, what a war.

If ever you get in a scrap i'm your chap, bell bottom george

When others are up to their necks pulling ropes, scrubbing decks,

Who slips on the soap and goes - whiz - down on his bell bottom george.
The admiral's not a bad guy, we get on, he and i,
He speaks when we meet on the stair, "gangway there bell bottom george."


And the chief is grand so i always lend a hand
With a grin and a smart "aye, aye sir",

And it's fun by 'gum' when i've had a tot of rum,
I'm the champion main brace splicer.
I've sailed the dead sea and the med, and the black and the red,

There's only the $%&^x it and see left for me bell bottom george.