The Thrill of It All

When ships were ships and times were good

And everyman knew his place

And the future was a treasure trove

For the whole human race

Women they were women then

And the cards were there to call

But all this happened long ago

Before a kid like you were born

To miss - the thrill of it all

Peking Pete was a man's man

He drank his liquor straight

With a pocket full of money and

A heart full of hate

Now he'll tell you tales of the time sailed

On a schooner called 'The Storm"

Smuggling guns on the China seas

Before a kid like you was born

To miss - the thrill of it all

He settled down in Singapore

To let it all drift away

With a lady from the waterfront

Ten dollars night or day

Now you'll find him sitting as the sun goes down

Shooting bottles off his wall

Telling tales of the times he spent

Before a kid like you was born

To miss - the thrill of it all