I smell women
Smell 'em in the air
Think I'll drop my anchor
In that harbor over there
Lovely ladies
Smell 'em through the smoke
Seven days at sea
Can make you hungry for a poke
Even stokers need a little stoke!
Lovely ladies
Waiting for a bite
Waiting for the customers
Who only come at night
Lovely ladies
Ready for the call
Standing up or lying down
Or any way at all
Bargain prices up against the wall
Come here, my dear
Let's see this trinket you wear
This bagatelle...
Madame, I'll sell it to you...
I'll give you four
That wouldn't pay for the chain!
I'll give you five.
You're far to eager to sell.
It's up to you.
It's all I have
That's not my fault
Please make it ten
No more than five
My dear, we all must stay alive!
Lovely ladies
Waiting in the dark
Ready for a thick one
Or a quick one in the park
Long time short time
Any time, my dear
Cost a little extra
if you want to take all year!
Quick and cheap is underneath the pier!
What pretty hair!
What pretty locks you got there
What luck you got.
It's worth a centime, my dear
I'll take the lot
Don't touch me! Leave me alone!
Let's make a price.
I'll give you all of ten francs,
Just think of that!
It pays a debt
Just think of that
What can I do? It pays a debt.
Ten francs may save my poor Cosette!
God, I'm weary!
Sick enough to drop.
Belly burns like fire
will the bleeding ever stop?
Cheer up, dearie.
Show a happy face.
Plenty more like you here
if you can't keep up the pace!
Only joking — dearie knows her place…
Give me the dirt,
who's that bit over there?
A bit of skirt.
She's the one sold her hair.
She's got a kid.
Sends her all that she can
I might have known
There is always some man
Lovely lady, come along and join us!
Lovely lady!
Come on dearie, why all the fuss?
You're no grander than the rest of us
Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap
Join your sisters, make money in your sleep!
That's right dearie,
show him what you've got!
That's right dearie,
let him have the lot
Old men, young men,
take'em as they come
Harbor rats and alley cats and every type of scum
Poor men, rich men,
leaders of the land
See them with their trousers off they're never quite as grand
All it takes is money in your hand!
Lovely ladies
Going for a song
Got a lot of callers
But they never stay for long
Come on, Captain
You can wear your shoes
Don't it make a change
To have a girl who can't refuse
Easy money
Lying on a bed
Just as well they never see
The hate that's in your head
Don't they know they're making love
To one already dead!