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(Jones)
It was on the good ship Venus By Christ, ya shoulda seen us
The figurehead was a w****e in bed
And the mast, a mammoth p****s
The captain of this lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel s***t
From one place to another
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was f***k all else to do
The first mate's name was Morgan By Christ, he was a gorgon
Tem times a day sweet tunes he'd play
On his f***king organ
The first mate's name was Cooper By Christ, he was a trooper
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was f***k all else to do
The second mate was Andy By Christ, he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the brandy
The cabin boy was Flipper
He was a f***king nigger
He stuffed his a*s with broken gla*s
And circumcised the skipper
Friggin' in the riggin'...
The Captain's wife was Mabel
To f***k she was not able
So the dirty s***ts, they nailed her t**s
Across the whole table
The Captain had a daughter
Who fell in deep sea water
And by her squeals we knew the eels
Had found her sexual quarters
Friggin' in the riggin'...






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