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By kris kristofferson, bob neuwirth, roger mcguinn, seymour cassell |
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The captain touched his swagger stick |
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Up to his golden eye |
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And boogied through the vestibule |
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While bidding us goodbye |
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The enemy surrounds us |
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And our spirits almost gone |
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The devil take the cavalry |
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That sold us for a song |
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There's chi-chi's on the starboard, lads |
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And chi-chi's in the stern |
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And hashish in the hookah pipes |
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And bonny grass to burn |
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Our mission is a secret |
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But we're fool enough to try |
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We'll sail the bloody ocean, boys |
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Or drink the bastard dry |
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"if i'd've been a carpenter," the swarthy |
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Sergeant said |
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"i'd never seen this ugly thing |
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That hangs above my head |
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The hell with all your heros |
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And the wounds they hope to show |
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I'm just a simple soldier, son |
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With one more year to go" |
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The albatross was tiring |
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And the cook was in a stew |
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The filthy little cabin boy |
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Was whizzing in my shoe |
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The captain's wife was aging |
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And the first mate heard her scream |
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When tommy slipped tabasco in the |
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Captain's vaseline |
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"our time will soon be gone," he said |
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"it's all we've left to lose |
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We've shot our ammunition |
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And we're all but out of booze |
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So here's to irma donegal |
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Here's to nellie blye |
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And here's to my old friend," he said |
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And kissed his ass goodbye |
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"give off! give off! you sorry lot. |
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Give off!," the captain cried |
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"we've lost our bloody anchor |
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And we're driftin' with the tide |
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The swollen surf is pounding |
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Like a thousand cannons roar |
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And i shake the hand of any man |
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Who guides us into shore." |
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"we're saved! we're saved!" |
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The soldiers said |
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"we're saved!," the sailors cried |
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And soldiers climbed aboard |
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While sailors left from either side |
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Some swabbies hit the minefield and |
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The rifles got the rest |
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And somewhere there's a schooner |
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Sinkin' slowly in the west |
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