Chorus:
And we're seven days from heaven boys, seven days to go.
They have a house in Barbados that every sailor knows.
They call it the paradise and it's every dream come true
You'll be poor, and happy and sore before your visits through
We'll have three days before we sail so wisely spend your time
Don't waste it lads on sleep and food for that would be a crime.
They have three girls for every man and the rum it all flows free
So when we dock just grab your gear and quickly follow me.
We all set out some months ago no more than two or three
And since then we've had no sights but the sun and sky and sea.
But in a week you'll have a treat laid out before your eyes
For we're going to see those angels who work the Paradise.
Chorus
The chairs are large and comfortable in the grand main hall
And no one says you gotta move, no orders barked at all
When they're free the girls will sing or tell a tale or two
And as they pour another glass you'll know the name is true
I once met a mulatto there - a powder keg named Beth
I swore if this was Paradise I would welcome death
I've never known a finer place, I doubt I ever will
If I'd had the cash the last time through, then that's where I'd be still.
Chorus
So heave that line and swab that deck, make sure the work is done
We'll give the captain no excuse to take away our fun.
Make sure that the sails are taught, use all the wind you can
For we still have seven days to go before we reach the land.
And we're seven days from heaven boys, seven days to go.
They have a house in Barbados that every sailor knows.
They call it the paradise and it's every dream come true
You'll be poor, and happy and sore before your visits through
We'll have three days before we sail so wisely spend your time
Don't waste it lads on sleep and food for that would be a crime.
They have three girls for every man and the rum it all flows free
So when we dock just grab your gear and quickly follow me.
We all set out some months ago no more than two or three
And since then we've had no sights but the sun and sky and sea.
But in a week you'll have a treat laid out before your eyes
For we're going to see those angels who work the Paradise.
Chorus
The chairs are large and comfortable in the grand main hall
And no one says you gotta move, no orders barked at all
When they're free the girls will sing or tell a tale or two
And as they pour another glass you'll know the name is true
I once met a mulatto there - a powder keg named Beth
I swore if this was Paradise I would welcome death
I've never known a finer place, I doubt I ever will
If I'd had the cash the last time through, then that's where I'd be still.
Chorus
So heave that line and swab that deck, make sure the work is done
We'll give the captain no excuse to take away our fun.
Make sure that the sails are taught, use all the wind you can
For we still have seven days to go before we reach the land.