(Jones)
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It was on the good ship Venus By Christ, ya shoulda seen us
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The figurehead was a whore in bed
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And the mast, a mammoth penis
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The captain of this lugger
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He was a dirty bugger
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He wasn't fit to shovel shit
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From one place to another
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Friggin' in the riggin'
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Friggin' in the riggin'
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Friggin' in the riggin'
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There was fuck all else to do
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The first mate's name was Morgan By Christ, he was a gorgon
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Tem times a day sweet tunes he'd play
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On his fucking organ
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The first mate's name was Cooper By Christ, he was a trooper
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He jerked and jerked until he worked
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Himself into a stupor
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Friggin' in the riggin'
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Friggin' in the riggin'
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Friggin' in the riggin'
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There was fuck all else to do
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The second mate was Andy By Christ, he had a dandy
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Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
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For cumming in the brandy
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The cabin boy was Flipper
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He was a fucking nigger
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He stuffed his ass with broken glass
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And circumcised the skipper
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Friggin' in the riggin'...
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The Captain's wife was Mabel
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To fuck she was not able
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So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
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Across the whole table
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The Captain had a daughter
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Who fell in deep sea water
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And by her squeals we knew the eels
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Had found her sexual quarters
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Friggin' in the riggin'...
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Friggin' In The Riggin'
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The Sex Pistols |