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Fellows, if you're arn I will spin a yarn |
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That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones |
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Once he had the blues so he took a cruise |
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Far away from night-clubs and from saxophones |
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He said, "Yo ho, I've made a certain port |
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And when you talk about real He-Man sport" |
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Hot ginger and dynamite |
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There's nothing but that at night back in Nagasaki |
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Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
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And the women wicky wacky, woo |
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The way they can entertain |
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Would hurry a hurricane back in Nagasaki |
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Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
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And the women wicky wacky, woo |
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In Fujiama you get a mama |
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Then your troubles increase |
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In some pagoda, she orders soda |
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Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece |
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They kissy and huggy nice |
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Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki |
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Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
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And the women wicky wacky, woo |
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Now when the day is warm |
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You can keep in form |
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With a bowl of rice beneath a parasol |
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Every gentle man has to use a fan |
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And they only use suspenders in the fall |
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That's where the girls don't think of rings and furs |
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Gosh, it's the nicest place that ever weres |
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They give you a carriage free |
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The horse is a Japanee back in Nagasaki |
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Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
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And the women wicky wacky, woo |
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They sit you upon the floor |
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No wonder your pants get sore back in Nagasaki |
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Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
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And the women wicky wacky, woo |
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With sweet Kimoner, I pulled a boner |
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I kept it up at high speed |
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I got rheumatics and then psyatics |
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Halatosisis, that's guaranteed |
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You just have to act your age |
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Or wind up inside a cage back in Nagasaki |
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Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
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And the women wicky wacky, woo |
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With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of tea |
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You can rest all day by the hickory tree |
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But when night comes round, oh gosh, oh gee |
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Mother, Mother, Mother, pin a rose on me |
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Those pretty mamas in pink pajamas |
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They try to give you a kiss, those torrid teases |
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In B.V.D.ses |
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Heaven help a sailor on a night like this |
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Not too gentle and not too rough |
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But you've got to tell them when you've had enough |
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Back in Nagasaki where the fellers chew tobaccy |
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And the women wicky wacky, woo |
