Story Behind The Song

Jesus Christ - PIRATES, man, PIRATES...in the days of yore

Song Description

Pirates in the days of yore

Lyrics

The wooden sign nailed on the door says
Drift Inn
Drift Inn
And all the pirates in the days of yore
Would Drift in
Drift in
They'd harbour down below the bluff
Secure their sails and head ashore
To drink away their booty
And trade away their whores

And you could not buy a finer ale
No matter where you're wont to sail
Though ne'er but cur or mange within
The waterfront Drift Inn

Joe the barkeep sees them coming
Smiling as they take the hill
Where others fear and run them off
Joe invites them in at will

These outlaws of the ocean
Most unwelcome other places
Found Joe would forsake a decent patron
For debaucherous exchanges

In droves they clamour loudly
Through his olden door
Trailing in the stench of life at sea
And leaving it on the floor

They settle at the tables
Yell for whiskey and for gin
Whilst gambling and betting
All their stollen dross and sins

Monster Manny plays a poker game
With Green Burl The Berg
Manny's temper's like a rogue shark
Or so that is the word

So when he lays a full house
And Berg a royal flush
There were fists and there was fury
And then not very much

And over in the corner
Captain Sketh is on the prowl
He has no skin on his finger bones
They're like the talons on an owl

And he licks his lips and rubs against
A pretty pale young lass
But she only shivers at the cold embrace
Of his skeleton-like hands

And Jurgus The Eye is looking around the place
But no one quite knows how
There's eye nor socket on his face
But he isn't blind somehow

First mate Serp is coiled on the bar
Looking like the eel he is
Yellow eyes unblinking
As he flicks that forked tongue of his

And a scene from hell here taken stage
Has before and will again
Just as sure as the sign nailed on the door
Says Drift Inn
Drift Inn