Man of war

Is not for a baron The ziguezon zin zon (repeat) But for a man of war With hair on his chin 1 1. I know this is an idiom, I tried searching what it means but each source had a different meaning, ranging from "To have a beard" to "to be experienced/ old enough" so ...

[Refrain] You’re my man of war You’re my man of war

Is not for a baron The Ziguezon zin zon But for a man of war Who has a hairy chin

I will kill you if I can. And mercy on our uniform, Man of peace or man of war, The peacock spreads his fan.

We are vikings Man of honor, man of war Tales be told forever more

Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war: A phantom ship, with each mast and spar

[Verse 2] Sailor's clothing she put on And went to a board a man-of-war Her pretty little fingers long and slender

And striking woe onto the French ! A man-of-war's the bay entered With Its white sails fully hoisted.

I could change the pattern Steal a ring from Saturn Forge myself into a man-of-war

There is one man I care Whom Aoife dismissed And put on board the “Man-of-War”

DUET (2 basses) The Lord is a man of war: Lord is His name.

And then I saw that all that you saw Was a Portuguese Man of War Then I saw that all that you saw

The Kaiser said 'Be careful, If by Jellicoe they're seen, Then every man-of-war I've got Will be a submarine'.

He looks just like you and me But you deny it, Sergeant, And you are a man of war So you must give me lessons,

Masters of the wind Metal warriors number one Sleipnir met the king of kings Where all men play on ten

One being a brave lieutenant A brave lieutenant and a man of war The other being a bold sea captain

You're like Paul Manafort A giant and spineless jellyfish A man o' war, I'm a man of war Be silent, all right

The man of war the Lord of host are You Thy right hand oh God is glorious in power You have dashed the enemy in pieces Triumphed gloriously over death

Momma cuts like a man-of-war Through the fog of an early morning With nothing more than a coffee filling up her sails

My little captive heart, that, a baron will not have My little captive heart, that, a baron will not have It's for a man of war with a bit of hair on his chin