Шайтан, сапсем забыл про любимую матерную песню
об тяжелой жизни во флоте... взята с моего сайта :)

урезанная версия была в самом конце совершенно чумовой
фильмы the great rock n'roll swindle - бодрящее кино, особливо
когда с утра встанешь - и лучше б и не вcтавал :)

PS. песня - народная, аглицкая - прошу учесть. Звучит не так
как в школе учили - mate есть скорее майт чем мэйт :)

'jerked' - это значит 'jerked' :)
'reproductive organ' - скорее всего мужской половой хуй,
но могу ошибаться.
'bosun' - сволочь жадная и подлая, матершинник :)


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Friggin' In The Riggin'

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

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

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Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
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.

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The bosun's name was Andy
By Christ he had a dandy
Until he 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.

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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.

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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.

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

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.

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