The Ballad of Charley Bosley
A drunken sea chanty, telling the tale of a drunken sailor who loses his cool, and gets what's coming to him.
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Story behind the song
I was noodling around on the bass, and this little melody seemed to click. It sounded odd, but odd is sort of what I do. It sounded like a sea chanty, so I went with that. It's supposed to sound like a coup'la sailors just hanging around and telling old filthy sailor stories.
Lyrics
I'll sing to ye a story of a man named Charley B,
Bosley was his name, and a right bastard was he.
We were set to meet him, and I think we'd have a row,
But just between the two of us, I think he'll never show.
Hey old Charley, off to find yer score,
Sorry Charles, you'll walk with us no more.
One night Charley thought he'd heard a rat,
Looked to the trash heap, there the girlie sat.
Jumped right in and Old Charley scared her so,
He winked one eye and she screamed i'fright below.
Hey, old Charley, what's the girlie's name?
Sorry, Charles, we hang our heads in shame.
Charley Bosley was na' very bright,
Walked around the docks, a-lookin' fer a fight.
Now he's found just what he's lookin' for,
Charlie Bosley's beatin' up a whore.
Hey old Charley whatcha gonna lose,
Sorry Charles, Ye shoulda paid fer the screws.
The next night Charlie went into a bar,
A witchy woman tended there, five points to her star.
She took care of her sisters on the street,
Charley Bosley's got some crow to eat.
Hey old Charley, Whatcha gonna do,
Sorry Charles, the witch has got a brew.
Charley took a long swallow from his pint,
and found that his courage had left him in the night.
Seven sisters Charley turns to see,
All lined up and ready for a spree.
Hey old Charley, the girl was just a lass,
Sorry Charles, we're gonna kick yer ass.
Hey old Charley, off to find yer score,
Sorry Charles, you'll walk with us no more.
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