What shall we do with the drunken sailor? What shall we do with the drunken sailor? Let’s blame him for societies failures The Captain’s mad, the ship’s sprung a leak Let’s crack the whip and blame the weak. What shall we do with the poor and friendless Don’t you find their whining endless? I’m not Christ, I can’t cure the lame Surely they’ve themselves to blame. What shall we do with homeless losers The scroungers, those professional users Sleeping on the streets with a begging bowl Spent their money on drugs, so they want more dole What do we do with the rich, for heaven’s sake We give them all a nice tax break Look in the papers at their holiday snaps Give them a title, we need those chaps How we need their investment inward We beg to labour in their vineyards At their feet we cringe and grovel Let them put us in this spiritual hovel.
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