Lyrics:
the naval traditions of rum, sodomy, and the lash So kiss my full-grown ass And reef the topgallant sheets I tell a North Sea Story over pirated beats Water,
me passing by, There goes Mr. Fop in a flutter; To the top and top-gallant I hoisted my sails, With a flimsy cravat and a wig with three tails, Oh,
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