Misc – Friggin In The Riggin tab

	 C                        G
	It was on the good ship Venus
                                C   
	By Christ ya shouldda seen us.
                               FM7
	The figurehead was a whore in bed,
             G                  C
	And the mast a mammoth penis.

	C	               G
	The captain of this starker
                              C
	He wept to leave his mother.
                            FM7
	He wasn't fit to shovel shit
	      G              C
	From one place to another.


Chorus:   C               G
	Friggin' in the riggin'
                          C
	Friggin' in the riggin'
                          FM7
	Friggin' in the riggin'
               G                   C
	There was fuck all else to do.


	The first mate's name was Morgan.
	By Christ he was a gorgon.
	Ten times a day he'd stop and play
	With 'is reproductive organ.

	The second mate was Cooper
	By Christ he was a trooper.
	He jerked and jerked until he worked
	Himself into a stupor.

	[Chorus]

	The bosun's name was Andy
	By Christ he had a dandy
	Until the crushed his cock on a jagged rock
	For coming in the brandy.

	The cabin boy was Ripper,
	He was a randy nipper.
	He stuffed his ass with broken glass
	And circumcised the skipper.

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	The Captain's wife was Mabel.	
	To fuck she was not able.
	So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
	Across the barroom table.

	While crossing the equator
	The crew did elevate her.
	She bared her ass on the topmost mast,
	And dared the crew to mate her.

	[Chorus]

	The Captain's daughter Charlotte
	Was born and raised a harlot.
	Her thighs were white by the pale moonlight,
	By morning they were scarlet.

	The Captain's other daughter
	Fell in deep sea water,
	And by her squeals we knew the eels
	Had found 'er private quarters.

	[Chorus]

	While sailing on the ocean
	We'd often get a notion
	In cold and heat to beat our meat
	With a peculiar motion.

	Sailing on the Sargasso,
	To make the doldrums pass, Oh
	We'd launch a spree of buggery
	Upon each other's ass'oles.

	[Chorus]

	We knew sooner or later
	Approaching the equator
	That every Jack would have a whack
	At turning fornicator.

	Each sailor lad's a brother
	To each and one another.
	We'd take great pains at our daisy chains
	Whilst writing home to mother.

	[Chorus]

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-SubGenius
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