Lost in the middle of the great big blue
He sails from the wreck, a raft built for two
His chest is empty yet his heart is strong
Survival is slight but he's moving on
His ship has sunk, the one that no one wants
Crewmates are drunk, the stupid dying cunts
Down on the beach he hasn't eaten in weeks
No one has come but he's still got his tattoos and gin
We're the British Navy
Going strong, we've got it going on
We're the British Navy
Cause we hate the motherf*cking French
"All is lost," said his crew in arms
And he took what they said with disregard
He grabbed his keg and took to the sea
Yelled at his mates "this is the life for me"
With a bottle in hand and no way to win
He finds true relief with ink on his skin
He sailed away to find glory and fame
But barely escaped with his ship in flames
Tattoos and Gin
We're the British Navy
Going strong, we've got it going on
We're the British Navy
Cause we hate the motherf*cking French
(In total isolation with nothing but his gin keg
He has to fight the entire British navy
In total isolation with nothing but his gin keg
He has to fight the entire British navy)
(His ship has sunk and no one really wants him
Crewmates are drunk and everyone is dying
His ship has sunk and no one really wants him
Crewmates are drunk and they all have gangrene)
We're the British Navy
(Tattoos and Gin)
Going strong, we've got it going on
We're the British Navy
(Tattoos and Gin)
Cause we hate the motherf*cking French
We're the British Navy
(Tattoos and Gin)
Going strong, we've got it going on
We're the British Navy
(Tattoos and Gin)
Cause we hate the motherf*cking French yeah