Popeye and I are two of a kind
We've both got salt encrusted sailor minds
Popeye takes his fuel straight out of the can
While I prefer a glass with a head in my hand
We like our women skinny with raven black hair
But in a pinch or on a whim we'll take 'em fat and fair
Popeye likes his spinach green and ripe
Me I like to smoke it from a water pipe
Well I am what I am
And I was what I was
And I was a bad boy
Just because
'Cause I am what I am
A sailor man
We try to be true to the hometown gals
'Cause they feed us and they fuck us
And they're pretty good pals
But once you put to sea and you've rounded Cape Horn
There's a reason sailors say any port in a storm
When you finally hit land you want to try the local spice
From the Mocha Java Straits to the Eskimo ice
Then we head straight home flying wing and wing
With just a quick detour to hear the sirens sing
Well I am what I am
And I was what I was
And I was a bad boy
Just because
'Cause I am what I am
A sailor man
