07-24-2014, 06:07 PM
Big News 1:
The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain aye
The guests' seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be underway on the bye and bye
Ahead one third, ahead two thirds!
Full ahead, flank
And out from the belly of a whale came a prophet
Amen!
Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I believe there's a storm a brewin'
Nine crows at nine o clock nye
Dutch men on the mizzen mast
Six harpies are singing to the lee
I believe she's going down
I believe we're gonna die, die, die
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
Oh, but I must confess
I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
She's sunk full fathom, five, five, five
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones
Big News 2:
Can't funk with the feel or with the other three
This mother lode coming at you all three D's
We got big news, the party boat is here
The band is kicking, and I see lots of beers
And I believe there is gambling
On the deck just below from here
We got Gredo, Solo to the rear
They know the deal, sacks packed and stacked with
Pieces of eight, a sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a bounty hunter in the eye, damn!
Now, where were we?
I think aces high, sleeves are rolled
Tremendous diamonds and a mouth of gold
I've spent many years a rambling
I'll never change these foolish ways
'Cause fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Best keep living like a castaway
With my sack packed
Pieces of eight, a sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a Bond man in the eye, damn!
Big News 3:
Off the shore of Laborador
The crew labored to bilge the hold
The stern it floundered in the shoal
The bow bucked up like a bronco
The crew was strong 'til Captain called
"Throw the spermaceti o'er
Throw the spermaceti overboard, overboard"
The captain woke with sandy eyes
"Am I alone?" the old sir cried
"'tis I" he heard a bitter voice reply
"Jason Kip of woods hometown
I fear the men have all been drowned
And we two are the only to survive, to survive"
Nancy was a pretty girl
Golden hair and eyes of pearl
And she made a pretty bride
For the ancient Captain Bly
Her true love was Jason Kip
Porter on the Captain's ship
Nancy paced the widow's walk
Listening to the widow's talk
She heard "Nancy, do not weep,
The ship is late, but just a week"
"My late husband Captain Pierce
Was gone once for several years.
He returned with silk and spice
Minus one leg and his eyes"
In the end the ocean has its revenge
Whether tomorrow or 100 years
The Captain was a giant man
With miles of intestines
And a stomach larger than
The Persian Gulf
Was not 3 weeks when Bly took chase
And in his sleep untied him
And without a thought he ate him
Clean and whole, clean and whole
As the Captain licked his lips
He was spotted by a ship
Nancy truly was relieved
But for Jason how she grieved
In a carriage they rode home
Any guilt he did not show
As they sat to dine that night
He lacked any appetite
As the two lay in their bed
Captain's gut turned cherry red
With the sounds of gale-force wind
Sprung an angry Jason Kip
In the end the ocean has its revenge
Whether tomorrow or 100 years
It takes limbs and lives
And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears
In the end the ocean has its revenge
Whether tomorrow or 100 years
It takes limbs and lives
And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears
The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain aye
The guests' seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be underway on the bye and bye
Ahead one third, ahead two thirds!
Full ahead, flank
And out from the belly of a whale came a prophet
Amen!
Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I believe there's a storm a brewin'
Nine crows at nine o clock nye
Dutch men on the mizzen mast
Six harpies are singing to the lee
I believe she's going down
I believe we're gonna die, die, die
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
Oh, but I must confess
I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
She's sunk full fathom, five, five, five
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones
Big News 2:
Can't funk with the feel or with the other three
This mother lode coming at you all three D's
We got big news, the party boat is here
The band is kicking, and I see lots of beers
And I believe there is gambling
On the deck just below from here
We got Gredo, Solo to the rear
They know the deal, sacks packed and stacked with
Pieces of eight, a sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a bounty hunter in the eye, damn!
Now, where were we?
I think aces high, sleeves are rolled
Tremendous diamonds and a mouth of gold
I've spent many years a rambling
I'll never change these foolish ways
'Cause fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Best keep living like a castaway
With my sack packed
Pieces of eight, a sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a Bond man in the eye, damn!
Big News 3:
Off the shore of Laborador
The crew labored to bilge the hold
The stern it floundered in the shoal
The bow bucked up like a bronco
The crew was strong 'til Captain called
"Throw the spermaceti o'er
Throw the spermaceti overboard, overboard"
The captain woke with sandy eyes
"Am I alone?" the old sir cried
"'tis I" he heard a bitter voice reply
"Jason Kip of woods hometown
I fear the men have all been drowned
And we two are the only to survive, to survive"
Nancy was a pretty girl
Golden hair and eyes of pearl
And she made a pretty bride
For the ancient Captain Bly
Her true love was Jason Kip
Porter on the Captain's ship
Nancy paced the widow's walk
Listening to the widow's talk
She heard "Nancy, do not weep,
The ship is late, but just a week"
"My late husband Captain Pierce
Was gone once for several years.
He returned with silk and spice
Minus one leg and his eyes"
In the end the ocean has its revenge
Whether tomorrow or 100 years
The Captain was a giant man
With miles of intestines
And a stomach larger than
The Persian Gulf
Was not 3 weeks when Bly took chase
And in his sleep untied him
And without a thought he ate him
Clean and whole, clean and whole
As the Captain licked his lips
He was spotted by a ship
Nancy truly was relieved
But for Jason how she grieved
In a carriage they rode home
Any guilt he did not show
As they sat to dine that night
He lacked any appetite
As the two lay in their bed
Captain's gut turned cherry red
With the sounds of gale-force wind
Sprung an angry Jason Kip
In the end the ocean has its revenge
Whether tomorrow or 100 years
It takes limbs and lives
And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears
In the end the ocean has its revenge
Whether tomorrow or 100 years
It takes limbs and lives
And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears