A few verses from the Bilge Pumps... My favorite singing pirates
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Put a little lobster in his breeches,
Put a little lobster in his breeches,
Put a little lobster in his breeches,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Way hay, and up she rises,
Way hay, and up she rises,
Way hay, and up she rises,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Turn him over and we'll hide our treasure map,
Turn him over and we'll hide our treasure map,
Turn him over and we'll hide our treasure map,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Way hay, and up she rises,
Way hay, and up she rises,
Way hay, and up she rises,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Shave his back and we'll knit a sweater,
Shave his back and we'll knit a sweater,
Shave his back and we'll knit a sweater,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Way hay, and up she rises,
Way hay, and up she rises,
Way hay, and up she rises,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Slam his pizzle in a rusted porthole,
Slam his pizzle in a rusted porthole,
Slam his pizzle in a rusted porthole,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Way hay, and up she rises,
Way hay, and up she rises,
Way hay, and up she rises,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Then send him off to pee in the poison ivy,
Then send him off to pee in the poison ivy,
Then send him off to pee in the poison ivy,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Way hay, and up she rises,
Way hay, and up she rises,
Wait, HEY, Help me scratch this!
Earl-eye in the mornin'
What'll he do when he gets ashore
He'll run like hell to the nearest whorehouse
What'll he do when he gets to the whorehouse
Way-hay, up he rises
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And a couple of me own verses: :)
Send 'im in the powder room with a lit match,
Send 'im in the powder room with a lit match,
Send 'im in the powder room with a lit match,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Way hay, and up she rises,
Body parts o' diff'rent sizes,
Blown to hell, and there he fries's,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Put 'im in a dress and stand 'im on the corner,
Put 'im in a dress and stand 'im on the corner,
Put 'im in a dress and stand 'im on the corner,
Earl-eye in the mornin'
Way hay, and up she rises,
Diff'rent things for Diff'rent prices,
20 bucks and he'll make ye rises
He Love you long time!
And that's what ye do with a drunken sailor... in the mornin'...
hmm.... can't figure out which would be worse... hehe