betty grable on the wall keeps my cabin warm
from casablanca down to rio
i only joined the fleet for places and girls i hadn't see
i didn't think of all the lonely nights we spend between
wish that i was far away from this blue desert
my only oasis is the bright harbour town
but they're just distant places and
i never know where i'm bound
gazing out my porthole view in hopes of sighting land
but just another blue horizon hides the burning sand
i should have stayed behind wherever the girls were good to me
instead of turning back again to face that lonely sea