Матрос [Matros] [English translation]

Oh, my poor sailor, your ship has been sunk,

And bedbugs infested your sails.

Your boatswain's a lover of port, snobbish skunk

With mustache full of rotten kale.

You fight with a sinister roach one-on-one,

A common and fearless man.

Among mean sardines, octopi, seahorse scum,

Your're gorgeous like Ohta's bridge span.