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Salty Dick
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Friggin' In the Riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin Friggin' in the riggin There's fuck-all else to do.
The captain of the lugger Was known as a filthy bugger, Declared unfit to shovel shit From one pile to another.
The first mate's name was Morgan, By God, he was a gorgon. Ten times a day he'd stop to play Upon the captain's organ.
Friggin' in the riggin Friggin' in the riggin There's fuck-all else to do.
The second mate was Hooper, By God, he was a trooper. He jerked and jerked until he worked Himself into a stupor.
The bosun's name was Andy, By God, he had a dandy. We crushed his cock upon a rock For cumming in the brandy.
Friggin' in the riggin Friggin' in the riggin There's fuck-all else to do. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
The ship's dog's name was Rover, We turned the poor thing over, And ground and ground that faithful hound From Tenerife to Dover.
While sailing on the ocean, We often had the notion, In cold and heat, to beat the meat With a peculiar motion.
Friggin' in the riggin Friggin' in the riggin There's fuck-all else to do.
Becalmed in the Sargasso, To make the doldrums pass-o, We launched a spree of buggery Upon each other's ass-o.
And when we reached our station Through skillful navigation, Our ship was sunk in a wave of spunk From too much masturbation.
Friggin' in the riggin Friggin' in the riggin There's fuck-all else to do.
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