Lyrics:

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 bagat?lle

Madame, I'll sell it to you

I'll giv? you four

That wouldn't pay for the chain

I'll give you five
You're far too 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, anytime, 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've got there
What luck you've 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

Lovely lady (Lovely ladies)
Fastest on the street (Lovely)
Wasn't there three minutes (Little girls)
She was back up on her feet (Lovely ladies)

Lovely lady (Lovely little ladies)
What you waiting for? (Lovely girlies)
Doesn't take a lot of savvy (Lovely little girls)
Just to be a whore (We are lovely, lovely girls)
Come on, lady (Lovely ladies)
What's a lady for? (What's a lady for?)

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, let him have the lot

That's right, dearie, show him what you've got

Old men, young men, take 'em as they come
Harbour rats and alley cats and every kind of scum
Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land
See 'em 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?