Barnacle Bill The Sailor - Louis Prima

Who’s that knocking at my door?

Who’s that knocking at my door?

Who’s that knocking at my door?

Cried the fair young maiden

It’s only me from over the sea

Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor

I’m all dressed up like a Christmas tree

Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor

I’ll sail the sea until I crock

I’ll fight and swear and chew and smoke

But I can’t swim a single stroke

Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor

Are you young and handsome, sir?

(Of course)

Are you young and handsome, sir?

(Certainly)

Are you young and handsome, sir?

Cried the fair young maiden

I’m old and rough and mean and tough'

Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor

I never can get rough enough

Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor

Why, I can whip a dozen men

And my age must be a hundred and ten

And now I’m starting all over again

So let me in baby, open the door

I’m ain’t gonna wait long

I’ll come down and let you in (please do)

I’ll come down and let you in (Hurry, babe)

I’ll come down and let you in

Cried the fair young maiden

Well hurry before I bust in the door

Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor

I’ll rear and tear and rant and roar

Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor

You’ll spin me yarns and tell me lies

I’ll drink your coffee and eat your pies

You’ll kiss my cheeks

[Louis Prima

I’ll black your eyes

Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor

Barnacle Bill, that Sailorman!