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1941 The Almanac Singers "Deep sea chanteys and whaling ballads". "The Golden Vanity".
( ) "The good ship Venus". . , "Friggin' in the riggin'" ...
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The Almanac Singers - The Golden Vanity
There was a lofty ship, and she put out to sea,
And the name of this ship was the Golden Vanity,
And she sailed upon the low and lonesome low
And she sailed upon the lonesome sea.
She had not been out but two weeks or three
When she was overtaken by a Turkish Reveley,
And she sailed upon the low and lonesome low
And she sailed upon the lonesome sea.
Then up spake our little cabin boy,
Saying, "What will you give me if i will them destroy,
If I sink them in the low and lonesome low,
If I sink them in the lonesome sea?"
"Oh, the man that them destroys,"
Our captain then replied.
"Five thousand pounds, and my daughter for his bride,
If he sinks them in the low and lonesome low,
If he sinks them in the lonesome sea!"
So the boy smote his breast
And down jumped he.
He swum 'til he come to the Golden Reveley,
As she sailed upon the low and lonesome low
As she sailed upon the lonesome sea.
He had a little tool
That was made for the use,
He bore nine holes in her hull all at once,
And he sunk her in the low and lonesome low
And he sunk her in the lonesome sea.
Then he swum back to his ship,
And he beat upon the side,
Cried, "Captain, pick me up, for I'm wearied with the tide,
And I'm sinkin' in the low and lonesome low
And I'm sinkin' in the lonesome sea!"
"Oh, I will not pick you up,"
The captain then replied,
"I'll shoot you, I'll drown you, I'll sink you in the tide,
I'll sink you in the low and lonesome low
I'll sink you in the lonesome sea!"The good ship Venus - Oscar Brand
Aboard the good ship Venus,
You really should have seen us,
With a figurehead of a whore in bed,
And a mast of a phallic genus
The captain of the lugger,
Was known as a filthy bugger,
Declared unfit to shovel grit,
From one ship to another.
The cabin boys name was Chipper,
A Randy little nipper,
He made a pass with a broken glass,
And circumcised the skipper.
The first mate's name was Morgan,
By gosh, he was a gorgon,
From half past eight he played till late,
Upon the captain's organ
The captain's wife was Charlotte,
Born and bred a harlot,
Her thighs at night were lily white,
By morning they were scarlet.
The captain's daughter, Mabel,
Though young, was fresh and able,
To fornicate with the second mate,
Upon the chartroom table.
The captain's younger daughter,
Was washed into the water,
Her plaintive squeals announced that eels,
Had found her sexual quarter.
The ship's dog's name was Rover,
We turned that poor thing over,
And ground and ground that faithful hound
From Teneriff to Dover.
And when we reached our station,
Through skillful navigation,
The ship got sunk, in a wave of spunk,
From too much fornication.
The good ship Venus
CHORUS:
There's frigging on the rigging;
Wanking on the planking,
Tossing on the crossing,
There was 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 the Captain's penis.
The captain of this lugger,
He was a dirty bugger,
He wasn't fit to shove shit
From one place to another.
The captain's wife was Mabel.
Whenever she was able,
She'd fornicate the second mate
Upon the galley table.
The ship's cook's name was Freeman,
My God was he a demon,
He fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in semen.
The captain had a daughter,
Who fell into the water,
We heard her squeal and knew an eel
Had found her sexual quarter.
The first mate's name was Carter,
By God he was a farter,
When the high winds would cease
They's use Carter to start her.
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.
The captain's daughter Mable,
They laid her on a table!
And all the crew would come and screw
As oft as they were able.
"Twas on a Chinese station,
We caused a great sensation.
We sunk a junk in a sea of spunk
By mutual masturbation.
The third mate's name was Paul,
He only had one ball.
But with cracker he rolled terbaccer
Around the cabin wall.
The captain's daughter Mary,
Had never lost her cherry.
The men grew bold and offered gold
And now there's no more Virgin Mary.
Another cook was O'Malley,
He didn't dilly dally.
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
He whitewashed half the galley.
The boatswain's name was Lester,
He was a hymen tester.
Thru hymens thick he stuck his prick
And left it there to fester.
Another one was Cropper,
Oh Christ he had a whopper.
Twice round the deck, around his neck
And up his bum for a stopper.
The ship's dog's name was Rover,
The whole crew had him over,
We ground that faithful hound
From Singapore to Dover.
The engineer was McTavish
And young girls he did ravish,
His missing dick's at Istanbul
He was a trifle lavish.
A homo was the Purser,
He couldn't have been worser,
With all the crew he had a screw,
Until they yelled: "Oh no sir."
So now we end this serial,
Through sheer lack of material.
I wish you luck and freedom from
Diseases venereal.
The bosuns name was Carter
He was a musical farter
He could play God Save the Queen from beginning to end
And Bachs moonlight sonata.
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"After Y2K the end of the world had become a cliche. But who was I to talk, a brooding underdog avenger alone against an empire of evil out to right a grave injustice. Everything was subjective. There were only personal apocalypses. Nothing is a cliche whn it's happening to you."
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2nd February 2005 13:46 #23
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3rd February 2005 11:58 #25

"After Y2K the end of the world had become a cliche. But who was I to talk, a brooding underdog avenger alone against an empire of evil out to right a grave injustice. Everything was subjective. There were only personal apocalypses. Nothing is a cliche whn it's happening to you."




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