Sailors love to sail the seas in weather bad or fair;
They love to feel the ocean breeze and sniff the salty air;
They love to laugh, they love to work,
They love to eat good food —
This is your captain speaking!
Cut out that singing! Get back to work!
They love to sing you this fine song when you’re in a terrible mood:
Hey, what a crab and a ho, what a crab!
Hey, what a crab and a ho, what a crab!
Hey what a, hey what a, hey what a crab!
Hey ho crabby crabby ho ho crab!
Stop that blasted music!
This deck better be swabbed by eight bells or no supper for anyone!
I’ll be in my quarters.
Hey, what a crab and a ho, what a crab!
Hey, what a crab and a ho, what a crab!
Hey what a, hey what a, hey what a crab!
Hey ho crabby crabby ho ho crab!
Hey, what a crab and a ho, what a crab!
Hey, what a crab and a ho, what a crab!
Hey what a, hey what a, hey what a —
Hey what a WHAT!?
Uh… swab!
Swab, swab, swab, swab, swab, swab, swab, swab,
Swab, me hearties, swab!
It’s a massive deck, but what the heck,
It’s part of a sailor’s job!
So grab your mop and grab your pail
And do what you must do;
Yes, grabby your pail and grabby your mop
And scrub it until you’re through!
That’s better.
bluebird of bitterness