Three Sheets To Tha Wind

No, I did nay walk the cold harbour docks Felt too tipsy and fell in the drink Drank too much as the ticker in me tocks Dead men tell no tales in the blink Eyes patched over me hardy, yar, flows The wine inta piss, my heart inta bliss Rows the dead man telling no tales Rows the dead man drinkin those ales Three to tha wind laddies, heave ho I'm nay walkin home, I can't go.