In Jackie's bar is where the sailors they all drink
And when next day it opens Jackie's always stinks
The sailors they all vomit their guts out on her floor
Next morning with her mop she cleans it from the floor
In Jackie's bar the sailors the sailors they all fight
And if there's not a stabbing its been a quiet night
Sometimes sailors bleed to death there upon her floor
Murdered by a pimp they didn't pay a whore
The whores they sit in Jackie's legs on table tops
Showing off their wares to anyone who'll stop
The whores who work in Jackie's are the cheapest ones around
You always get a dose of clap when on one you go down