She is the Whore of Sausalito,
She knows just how to ease your mind
But if you ask her if she loves you,
She'll just smile and bat her eyes,
For the Whore of Sausalito never lies
She says she hails from Pasadena,
And all the sailors know her name,
And if you mention Palos Verdes
She will smack you like a mule,
And if you hail from San Jose, she'll do the same
She never has the time to say she's sorry,
And all the sailors think that she's insane
But in a world where no-one else will love me,
Jesus Christ himself has shunned me,
The Whore of Sausalito heals my pain
(Here we go!)
She was the Whore of Sausalito,
But that was many years ago,
But if you listen very close
You'll hear her crying in the breeze,
For the Whore of Sausalito's never free
'Cause the Whore of Sausalito lives in me