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.