A smelly garbage barge was dragging through

     The straits.

    We'd been told 

Oh we'd been told. 

    Garbage barges are where you're at.

   And we hooked and rattled for three stinking nights

     The bosun bellowing at us like a stuck pig

      I'd'a liked to stick that bastard but my leave was on 

       The calendar and nothing would keep me 

     From the sweet streets of Taipei

     "You'll catch the bloody typhoid of Sisyphus

     In that swamp, listen up!"

    The codger never stopped but I was one of more cheerful

 Prevarications as it were. 

     "Stay the focsle lads and run her home!"