Their legend lay in tatters From Perth to John O'Groats The dead sea navigators Should've been separated at birth And of course I love them dearly And I'll miss them now they're gone Dead sea navigators Wished they'd had a son Even in their heyday No-one liked them Anyway Committed boozers, 4 a.m. shivers This one goes out to those not with us John the barman and Mickey Green This one goes out to all the drinkers at the Red Lion And our friends, though they are few Angel, Johnny, Pain, Keith, Charity This one's for you And what's left of your nerve will get you through From Brighton down to Eastbourne Seasick sailors getting tough Dead sea navigators Were made of stouter stuff Golden years Golden years No-one liked them 'cept for us Season's ending All night porters Thy honour defending with Last orders All the sunbathers Staring at the sun This one goes out to the invisible children As yet unborn And our friends Though they are few Overcoat boys with more brains than brawn This one's for you And all that sail in the Dead sea navigators This one's for you And all that sail in the Dead sea navigators This one's for you And all that sail in the Dead sea navigators This one's for you