Dirty grey windows
Sand on the floor
The wind whispers in through the cracks
Old wheathered hands are mending the nets
In a time when there's nothing to catch
And the needle gleams like gold
But it smells like blood and tar
And it sings it's song so sweetly
Like the mermaids at the bar

At the Fish Bar (spoken)

I am the sand that sings in the night
Of old bones bleached by the sun
You are the ocean that echos by day
The reckless refrain of the young
And the tides will ebb and flow
As we seek the northern star
And the Rastas are all jammin'
With the mermaids at the bar

At the Fish Bar (spoken)
Lobster on the half shell (spoken)
Rum and coke (spoken)

Ocre and iron
Away in the breeze
That blows from the west to the east
Take us back home
With ganja and rum
The wind and the salt in our teeth
So we curse the saints and sinners
As we hoist another jar
And I'm savin' all my kisses
For the mermaids at the bar

At the Fish Bar (spoken)
Lobster on the half shell (spoken)
Rum and coke (spoken)