The Whalers (Thar She Blows) - Alex Harvey

Gimme the spear

Gimme it quick

And I’ll kill

The son on Moby Dick

I’ll throw the carcass on the boil

Sell my soul for blossy oil

Murder in the silver foam

Grab the gold and sail back home

Slaughter cubs and mummy too

Here’s a perfume just for you

Thar she blows

Thar she blows

There she blows

See the spout

Money is what it’s all about

In leopard skins and tiger shoes

We all sing the dog food blues

Sling it on the rusty deck

Rip the sinew from its neck

You can’t complain, it’s fair enough

We kill it and you buy the stuff

Thar she blows

Thar she blows

I’m a whaler man, a buccaneer, the butcher boy

Born a hero dyin' slow

You’re only blubber what did I say here today

Will you be here tomorrow?

Will you be here tomorrow?

Gimme the spear

Gimme it quick

And I’ll kill

The son on Moby Dick

I’ll throw the carcass on the boil

Sell my soul for blossy oil

Murder in the silver foam

Grab the gold and sail back home

Slaughter cubs and mummy too

Here’s a perfume just for you

Thar she blows

Thar she blows