A Funky Stamp 'n Go Shanty

Get up! Start to feel the magic motion We stand and watch the masters of the ocean Last sup'! Must have been Davy Jones locker It was real wild it was a roller and a rocker. So we are coastin' in and rovin' out Hoist the mizzenmast, blowin' out Jolly Roger flies like the good ol' flaggy Keepin' all the doggies really raggy Wailin' and shoutin' and simply boilin' up The salty brine is overflowin' the cup. Mermaids so beautiful and exotic Makin' love so passionate and erotic Steamin' so hot you'd swear it was demonic Pirates passin' up a hidden treasure Irate and sick about their lack of leisure They abducted gypsies for their token pleasure. But it comes like a mournful tune From the bullhorn of our King Neptune Like a buoy ringin' tellin' us that soon Will be singin' yellin' our shipwrecked blues like a frustrated ol' cow groans and moos. Life at sea can be adventurous indeed Sadly sometimes we can be constantly in need of a woman who can help us plant our seed. Up in the sky we'll find north and south east and west, the stars be our guide. Rhythm and riddlin' jester and joker will rattle their sticks in double time. Tally ho the fishermen are hunters bringin' us the fruits of the sea divine. At sunset we play melodeon and poker till we fall asleep in a pretty slumber. Lost our harpoon from the whalin' days Smaller fish are now our gentle prey Found a myna bird in the East Indies to imitate our shout and respond Amusin' our hearts like a magic wand Kept him like a pirate's parrot Ridin' on the rudder to the keel Yosemite Sam, with his specialty, seduced Bugs with a golden carrot. Approachin' the captain with a deal Scoffed it off with a foot and heal. Drinkin' up the finest one malt Waitin' for the great assault Keepin' the fire water from the buccaneer Bein' greeted with an ugly sneer. Bein' suckered into the greatest lotto Savin' my pennies was also my motto Crackin' the safe of the billionaire Goin' bald while losin' his hair Chasin' the hillbilly mountaineer Givin' the loose change to the debonair Whippin' myself for missin' the chance to jump 'cross the island with romance. Ladies are scarce o'er the open sea We're diein' for warmth and sympathy Hidin' out from all the work and toil Blastin' dynamite while searchin' for oil Underneath the deck the ovens boil Cookin' the fuel for the privateer as they travel the open frontier. Our shirts are dirty, stained and soiled. We can't be happier with our brandy singin' a funky stamp ‘n go shanty.