Misc Traditional – Friggin In The Riggin (Guitar)

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There's fuck-all else to do.

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The captain of the lugger

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Was known as a filthy bugger.

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Declared unfit to shovel shit

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From one pile to another.

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The first mate's name was Morgan.

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By God he was a gorgon.

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Ten times a day he'd stop and play

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Upon the captain's organ.

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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There's fuck-all else to do.

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The second mate was Hooper

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By God he was a trooper.

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He jerked and jerked until he worked

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Himself into a stupor.

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The bosun's name was Andy

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By God he had a dandy

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Until we crushed his cock upon a rock

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For cumming in the brandy.

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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There's fuck-all else to do.

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The ship's dog's name was Rover,

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We turned the poor thing over,

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And ground and ground that faithful hound

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From Tenerife to Dover.

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While sailing on the ocean

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We'd often get a notion

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In cold and heat to beat our meat

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With a peculiar motion.

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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There's fuck-all else to do.

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Sailing on the Sargasso,

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To make the doldrums pass, Oh

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We'd launch a spree of buggery

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Upon each other's ass'oles.

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And when we reached our station

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Through skillful navigation,

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Our ship was sunk in a wave of spunk

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From too much masturbation.

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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There's fuck-all else to do.

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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Friggin' in the riggin'

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There's fuck-all else to do.