their legend lay in tatters

from perth to john o'groats

the dead sea navigators

should've been buried at birth

and of course i loved them dearly

and i miss them now they're gone

the dea sea navigators

wished they'd had a son



even in their heyday

no-one like them anyway

committed boozers 3 a.m. shivers

this one goes out to those not with us



john the barman and mickey green

this one goes out to all the drinkers

at the red lion

and our friends, though they are few

angel, johnny, pain, keith charity

this one's for you

and what's left of your nerve will get you through



from brighton down to eastbourne

sea sick sailors getting tough

but the dead sea navigators

were made of stouter stuff



golden years, golden years

no-one like them

'cept for us



season's ending , all night porters

thy honour defending with last orders



all the sunbathers

staring at the sun

this one goes out to the

invisible children - as yet unborn

and our friends

though they are few

overcoat boys with more brains than brawn

this one's for you

and all that sail in the

deas sea navigators

this one's for you