I was drinking in Friscos when a sheila caught my eye
She had a ring through her nose and a tatt on her thigh
I asked for her name and she said, "I'm Fran"
And she smelt like a horse and danced like a WRAN
I asked if she liked country western or rock
And she screamed, "I like sailors and plenty of cock!"
She said, "Come on Jack are you game for a laugh?"
So we jumped in a taxi and went back to her gaff
Now the house was in Redfern and on the front door
Was a crest from each ship that had been there before
I said to her "**Invalid** Fran that's impressive to see"
As it looked like she'd been on more ships than me!
It smelled like the mess after a big run ashore
There were lanyards and tally bands all over the floor
She walked to the window and sat on the ledge
I put my hand down her undies and felt her meat and two veg
I tried to get out, but she had hold of my poker
It was then that I realied that Fran was an ex kellick stoker
I ran out out of the door and onto the street
With my strides around my ankles and nothing on my feet
Thank god I escaped and gave praise to the Lord
Got KFC and a taxi and went back on board
So, if you're in Sydney and bump into Fran
Just remember she's a stoker and her real name is Dan.
