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'Twas on the good ship Venus
By God, you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a red hot penis
CHORUS
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There's **** all else to do
Alternative Chorus
Friggin' in the riggin'
Wankin' on the plankin'
Masturbatin' on the gratin'
There's **** all else to do
The captain of our lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one hold to another
CHORUS
The first mate's name was Morgan
He was a sexual gorgon
He'd stand on deck, a physical wreck
A-strummin' his upright organ
CHORUS
Now second mate O'Malley
He didn't dilly-dally
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
He whitewashed half the galley
CHORUS
The captain's wife was Mabel
She'd take what she was able
With the second mate she'd fornicate
Upon the galley table
The engineer was Andy
By God, he had a dandy
They nailed his balls upon the wall
For coming in the brandy
The cabin boy, the cabin boy
The dirty little nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
The bo'sun's name was Crupper
By God, he had a whopper
Twice round the deck, thrice round his neck
And up his arse for a stopper
The third mate's name was Sandy
His tool was long and bandy
They stuffed his ass with molten brass
For pissin' in the brandy
The steward's name was Paul
He only had one ball
But with that cracker he rolled tobaccer
Around the cabin wall
The captain had a daughter
Who fell into the water
Contented squeals confirmed that eels
Had found her sexual quarter
The bo'sun's mate was Walker
By God, he was a corker
The dirty sod had been in quod
For dalliance with a porker
The OC navigation
Was keen on masturbation
He taught these joys to two small boys
And gave them constipation
The cook his name was Freeman
By God, he was a demon
He fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in semen
The ship's dog's name was Rover
The crew they'd roll him over
And bang his cock on every rock
From John O'Groats to Dover
The boatswain's mate was Lester
He was a hymen tester
Through hymens thick he shoved his prick
And left it there to fester
'Twas in the Adriatic
Where the water's almost static
The rise and fall of cock and ball
Was almost automatic
'Twas on the China station
By God, what a sensation
For they sunk the junk in a sea of spunk
Through mutual masturbation
So now we end this serial
Through sheer lack of material
I wish you luck, with every ****
Free from disease venereal
'Twas on the good ship Venus
By God, you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a red hot penis
CHORUS
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There's **** all else to do
Alternative Chorus
Friggin' in the riggin'
Wankin' on the plankin'
Masturbatin' on the gratin'
There's **** all else to do
The captain of our lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one hold to another
CHORUS
The first mate's name was Morgan
He was a sexual gorgon
He'd stand on deck, a physical wreck
A-strummin' his upright organ
CHORUS
Now second mate O'Malley
He didn't dilly-dally
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
He whitewashed half the galley
CHORUS
The captain's wife was Mabel
She'd take what she was able
With the second mate she'd fornicate
Upon the galley table
The engineer was Andy
By God, he had a dandy
They nailed his balls upon the wall
For coming in the brandy
The cabin boy, the cabin boy
The dirty little nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
The bo'sun's name was Crupper
By God, he had a whopper
Twice round the deck, thrice round his neck
And up his arse for a stopper
The third mate's name was Sandy
His tool was long and bandy
They stuffed his ass with molten brass
For pissin' in the brandy
The steward's name was Paul
He only had one ball
But with that cracker he rolled tobaccer
Around the cabin wall
The captain had a daughter
Who fell into the water
Contented squeals confirmed that eels
Had found her sexual quarter
The bo'sun's mate was Walker
By God, he was a corker
The dirty sod had been in quod
For dalliance with a porker
The OC navigation
Was keen on masturbation
He taught these joys to two small boys
And gave them constipation
The cook his name was Freeman
By God, he was a demon
He fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in semen
The ship's dog's name was Rover
The crew they'd roll him over
And bang his cock on every rock
From John O'Groats to Dover
The boatswain's mate was Lester
He was a hymen tester
Through hymens thick he shoved his prick
And left it there to fester
'Twas in the Adriatic
Where the water's almost static
The rise and fall of cock and ball
Was almost automatic
'Twas on the China station
By God, what a sensation
For they sunk the junk in a sea of spunk
Through mutual masturbation
So now we end this serial
Through sheer lack of material
I wish you luck, with every ****
Free from disease venereal
