A Sailor's Not A Sailor [Til A Sailor’s Been Tattooed]

I'm an old salt i'm a young salt
In the Navy we've been working very hard
I was part of the Flotilla
With Dewey in Manila
I'm a new recruit at the Brooklyn Navy yard

Tonight we're on a spree and feeling flow'ry
We've got a date with gals and drink and food
Across the Brooklyn Bridge and to the Bow'ry
And I'm gonna get the kid tattooed tattooed?
Tattooed! A sailor's not a sailor 'til
A sailor's been tattooed

Here's an anchor from a tanker
That I sailed upon when first I went to sea
Here's another of my mother
Takes me back to when I sat upon her knee
Here's a crimson heart with a Cupid's dart
Here's a Battle Cruiser and when I sit down
On that, too there's a tattoo
Of my home town

To the Bow'ry to the Bow'ry
'Cross the Brooklyn Bridge and I'm
Just in the mood

He'll be filled with diff'rent mixtures
And covered up with pictures

I can't wait to be
'twill be great to be tattooed

Tattooed? Tattooed!
A sailor's not a sailor 'til
A sailor's been tattooed