U-Boats Off Jamaica Lyrics

The waves rush in from nowhere, and over coral reefs

And drown the sound of laughter after three aperitifs

The scene appears so peaceful, the scene appears serene

Appearing in the crosshairs of a German submarine

U-Boats off Jamaica, patrolling close to shore

Seasoned sailors do the work of a world at war.

Cane chairs and a table on a native beach

Native rum and nightlife all within an easy reach

A face without expression, a mile out in the bay,

Watches through his periscope and puts the war away.

U-Boats off Jamaica, patrolling close to shore

Weary sailors take a break from a world at war

A shape beneath the surface

the shape of the unknown

Alone without a purpose

the hunter has no home.

Fifty-seven sailors, confined for sixty days,

Under tons of water pressure everyone obeys

A tiny German U-Boat, ripe fruit in the sun,

All those seasick sailors on the lookout for some fun.

U-Boats off Jamaica, patrolling close to shore

Dirty sailors do the work of a dirty war.