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 bagatelle

Madame, I'll sell it to you

I'll give you four

That wouldn't pay for the chain!

I'll give you five. You're far to eager to sell.
It's up to you.

It's all I have

That's not my fault

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
Whore 1
Long time short time
Any time, 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 got there
What luck you 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
Fastest on the street
Wasn't there three minutes
She was back up on her feet

Lovely lady
What yer waiting for?
Doesn't take a lot of savvy
Just to be a whore
Come on, lady
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
Harbor rats and alley cats and every kind of scum
Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land
See them 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