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A-F G-O P-Z Christmas
Time Off
(Craig Lutke)

So I got a new job where I wake up early
Below decks on a ship named after some girly
Gotta take these stones and scrub the deck
'Cause you're gonna get caned if there's even a speck
Gotta grab this bucket and tar the lines
And polish this knob until it shines
I pound this oakum between the planks
And take all the rope and tie sheepshanks

Oh... I think I hear that bell.
(Chorus)
'Cause it's back to rum and it's back to fun
And sandy beaches in the sun
And our flags up higher and our mate's a liar
But he's got a hog cooking on the fire

Hear music in the air. Walk around half bare.
The rum's served in a trough
And we all need some time off


I go down to the foc'sle looking for a scraper
And find the Bosun getting high off his vapor
They needed some rope, so I grab a coil
Now I'm hanging from the bow like a damned gargoyle
There's a spill in the galley, so I grab a mop
The cook's got manatee on his stovetop
I hate it down here. The smell makes you gag
Always look away or you'll see his bean bag

Oh... I think I hear that bell.
(Chorus)

Gotta go aloft, gotta reef a sail
Finally got a signal. Better check my email
Gonna slide back down, cause there's too much wind
I can slide real fast, cause I'm really thick skinned
Gotta sponge the barrel so the cannon goes blast
Lost my leg. Now I'll be typecast
Ate some bad fish, now I got diarrhea
Had some bad fish, too, now I got gonorrhea

Oh... I think I hear that bell.
(Chorus)
Oh...



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