From Barefoot the Bootless
Frigging on the rigging
frigging on the rigging
frigging on the rigging
There’s fuck all else to do.
Twas on the good ship Venus,
By God you should have seen us,
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast a phalic genus.
The captain's wife was Mabel,
Whenever she was able,
She'd fornicate the second mate
Upon the galley table.
The second mate's name was Andy,
His balls were long and bandy,
We filled his arse with molten brass
For wanking in the brandy.
The cabin boy was Kipper,
A dirty little nipper,
We stuffed his arse with broken glass
To circumcise the skipper.
The captain's name was Morgan,
By Christ he was a gorgon!
Ten times a day sweet tunes he's play
On his productive organ.
Another cook was O'Malley,
He didn't dilly dally,
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
He whitewashed half the galley.
Another one was Cropper,
Oh Christ he had a whopper.
Twice round the deck, around his neck
And up his bum for a stopper.
So now we end this serial,
Through sheer lack of material.
I wish you luck and freedom from
Diseases venereal.
Frigging on the rigging;
Wanking on the planking,
Tossing on the crossing,
There was fuck all else to do