Drunken Sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor,
what shall we do with the drunken sailor,
what shall we do with the drunken sailor,
early in the morning?
Hooray and up he rises,
hooray and up he rises,
hooray and up he rises, early in the morning.
Put him in the longboat till he's sober.
Put him in the longboat till he's sober.
Put him in the longboat till he's sober.
early in the morning?
Hooray...
Pull out the plug and wet him all over...
Hooray...
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it...
Hooray...
Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him...
Hooray...
Heave him by the leg in a running bowline...
Hooray...
Put him in the scrubbers with the hosepipe on him...
Hooray...
Shave his legs with a rusty razor...
Hooray...
Keel haul him until hes sober...
Hooray...
Put him in a bed with the captains daughter...
Hooray...
How Many Drinks?
(Blowin in the wind)
How many drinks can a man drink up
and still see all just in one?
And how many times can he empty his cup
before all his senses are gone?
Yes and how many times can he walk to the store
and be fit to still buy some more?
The answer my friend
you should not try to find.
The answer will surely blow your mind!
Our Family
(My Bonnie)
My father makes counterfeit money,
my mother brews synthetic gin,
my sister sells kisses to sailors
and that's how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money
rolls in, rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money
rolls in, rolls in.
My uncle's a slum missionary
saving young maidens from sin.
He'll save you a blonde for a shilling
and that's how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in...
My aunt runs a girl seminary
teaching young girls to begin.
She never tells where they're to finish
and that's how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in...
My brother's a Harley street doctor
with instruments long, sharp and thin.
He only makes one operation
and that's how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in...
My cousin's an Anglican bishop.
He's writing a book about sin.
He's written five chapter 'bout Sweden,
an that's how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in...
My father has spent all his money,
my mother has drunk all her gin.
My aunt's with my brother in prison
and so no more money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in...