I guess we all need some libations
To lubricate our cerebrations.
Though the more that you drink
The less clearly you think
Thus you're drawn to Lance's vibrations
Oh, the time that we had was terrif
But it might have been much better if
Only girls were there
But then, you would be - where?
Way far from your sweet self - sniff!
There's fun to be had on your own
When you're exploring in parts unknown
Like Robinson Crusoe
You'll find lots to do, so
Get off your ass and drop the phone
We're ready to go, my ship and I
Might find joy, might just find more **** when I
Sail off into the blue
With a line of neither shape, metre, texture or hue
We're ready to go, my ship and I
Might find joy, might just find more **** when I
Sail off into the blue
With a line of neither shape, metre, texture or hue
But let me just take a sip of rye
the sea is calm the wind at my back
as i rove i might take a new tack
some companionship brave
while ruling canons waive
and contention is all that i lack
A jolly whitebeard at the helm
Sings a song as we wander the realm
A jolly whitebeard at the helm
Sings a song as we wander the realm
"There she blows!" shouts a tar
Then our bark hit a bar
What a tale. It's the way that I tell'm.
The sperm whale or catchalot's features
Are unique among all of God's creatures
the sperm whale or cachalot's features
unique among all of god's creatures
has a head full of wax
and blubbery thorax
that inflates when he blows, 'Glad to meet yurs!'
