You lads see me wash the glasses, wipe the floors,
Make the beds, I'm the best of
servants.
You can kindly throw me pennies and I'll thank you very much.
When you see me
ragged and tattered in this dirty shit hotel,
You don't know in hell who's talking,
You
still don't know in hell who's talking.
Yet one fine day there will be roars from the
harbour
And you'll ask,
