Jackies Bar

In Jackies bar is where
the sailors they all drink
And when next day it opens
Jackies 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 Jackies 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 jackies
with legs on table tops
Showing of their wares
to anyone who'll stop
The whores who work in Jackies
are the cheapest one's around
You always get a dose of clap
when on one you go down