Lock Up Your Daughters

Hold on to your women and lock’em away

Or we’ll chase’em and catch’em and love’em

From friday to sunday.

Where girls are goodlookin’, were lookin’ forfun

Oh, we’ll chase’em and catch’em and love’em

So lock up the last one.

They’ll sigh and they’ll shiver, they’ll stand and deliver

Then cry when its over

No mistress or madam complained when we had’em

From Derry to Dover.

So cling to your daughters hold on to your wives

Or well chase’em and catch’em and love’em

We’ll show’em the good life.

Sometimes when were loaded with nothing to lose

Oh, we’ll bore them with ravish and love’em

So give’em the good news.

They’ll scream to be with us, they’ll scheme to be with us

They’ll give us a good run.

They’ll hide and we’ll seek’em, we’ll find and we’ll keep em

So lock up the last one.