Far and away where the waves unwind

And the toothy rock crashes

Wet ankled women with splashed salty hems

Clear their throtes and bat eyelashes

They're the sirens and their silver breath

Makes the sailor's favorite sound

But if you hear that siren song

My friend you're sure to drown



They drive them sailors crazy (ooh la la!)

And leave them wanting more

Those red lipped ladies in their Siren Dresses

They draw you through the door



Far and away where the neon light

Lays languid on the bar room floor

Bright sashed sirens with their second guesses

Have a bite worse than their roar



They drive them sailors crazy (ooh la la!)

And leave them wanting more

Those red lipped ladies in their Siren Dresses

They draw you through the door...



If you go down to the ocean

Put your money in your sock

'cause those red lipped ladies in their Siren Dresses

Wreck a man upon the rocks

If you go down to the ocean

If you go down to the sea

Find a red lipped lady in a Siren Dress

And bring her back for me



They drive them sailors crazy (ooh la la!)

And leave them wanting more

Those red lipped ladies in their Siren Dresses

They draw you through the door...