Teksty: Auteurs. DEAD SEA NAVIGATORS.

Their legend lay in tatters
From Perth to John O'Groats
The Dead Sea navigators
Should've been buried at birth

And of course, I loved them dearly
And I miss them, now they're gone
The Dead Sea navigators
Wished they'd had a son

Even in their heyday
No one like them anyway
Committed boozers, 3 a.m. shivers
This one goes out to those not with us

John the barman and Mickey Green
This one goes out to all the drinkers

At the Red Lion and our friends
Though they are few
Angel, Johnny, Pain, Keith, Charity
This one's for you
And what's left of your nerve
Will get you through

From Brighton down to Eastbourne
Sea sick sailors getting tough
But the dead sea navigators
Were made of stouter stuff

Golden years, golden years
No one like them 'cept for us
Season's ending, all night porters
Thy honor, defending with last orders

All the sunbathers staring at the sun
This one goes out
To the invisible children, as yet unborn
And our friends, though they are few

Overcoat boys with more brains than brawn
This one's for you and all that sail in the
Dead Sea navigators, this one's for you