Their legend lay in tatters   From Perth to John O'Groats   The Dead Sea navigators   Should've been buried at birth      And of course, I loved them dearly   And I miss them, now they're gone   The Dead Sea navigators   Wished they'd had a son      Even in their heyday   No one like them anyway   Committed boozers, 3 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   Sea sick sailors getting tough   But the dead sea navigators   Were made of stouter stuff      Golden years, golden years   No one like them 'cept for us   Season's ending, all night porters   Thy honor, 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