BRANDY (YOU´RE A FINE GIRL)
Da-ra-ta-ta-aDa-ra, da-raRa-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, daRa-ta-ta-a
Da-da, da-daRa-ta-ta-a
Da-du, da-daRa, ta-ta-ta-a...