Nobody washes in a Submarine

For I don't give a damn wherever you've been,
Nobody washes in a Submarine.

The Navy think we're a crabby clan,
We haven't had a wash since the trip began.
We've been at sea three weeks or more,
and now we're covered in shit galore,

Our feet are black where they once were pink,
Three blokes already have died of the stink
We hid them in the fore-end where they couldn't be seen
For to throw them in the sea meant they might have got clean.