BRANDY 

(YOU´RE A FINE GIRL)

Da-ra-ta-ta-a

Da-ra, da-ra

Ra-ta-ta-a

Da-du, da-ra

 

There's a port on a western bay

And it serves a hundred ships a day.

Lonely sailors pass the time away

And they talk about their homes.

 

There's a girl in this harbor town

And she works layin' whiskey down.

They say "Brandy, fetch another round"

And she serves them whiskey and wine.

 

The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl"

"What a good wife you would be"

"And your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

(Du-du, du-du)

 

Brandy wears a braided chain

Made of finest silver from the North of Spain.

She´s gotta locket and it bears the name

Of the man that Brandy loves.

 

And he came on a summer's day

Bringin' gifts from the far away.

But he made it clear that he couldn't stay

Cause no harbor was his home.

 

The sailor said "Brandy, you're a fine girl"

"What a good wife you would be"

"But my life, my love, my lady, is the sea"

(Du-du, du-du)

 

Then at night when the bars close down

Brandy walks through a silent town.

And she loves a man who's not around

She still can hear him say.

 

She used to say: "Brandy, you're a fine girl"

"What a good wife you would be"

"But my life, my love, my lady, is the sea".

Da-da, du-da, da

Ra-ta-ta-a

Da-da, da-da

Ra-ta-ta-a

Da-du, da-da

Ra, ta-ta-ta-a...