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| This Song is meant for Boy Scouts. Decide for yourself if it is appropriate for your younger scouts or not. | |
| Lyrics: | In fourteen hundred and ninety two, (repeat) A sailor from New Delhi (repeat) Was walking down the streets of Spain, (repeat) Selling hot tamales (repeat) Chorus: He said the world was roundo (repeat) He said it could be foundo (repeat) That hypothetical calculatin' son of a gun Colombo(repeat) He walked right up to the Queen of Spain (repeat) And asked for ships and cargo (repeat) He said I'll be a son of a gun if I don't bring back Chicago (repeat) - Chorus The ships cook, the ships cook (repeat) Yes he was a cookin' (repeat) He slipped a rat into the pot (repeat) When no one else was lookin' (repeat) - Chorus The second mate, the second mate (repeat) Yes he was a singin' (repeat) He hit the second highest note (repeat) And all our ears were ringin' (repeat) - Chorus The first mate, the first mate, (repeat) Yes he was a biggun (repeat) He fought and killed an octopus (repeat) And used its arms for riggin' (repeat) - Chorus The captain, the captain, (repeat) Yes he was a sailin' (repeat) He guided us around the world (repeat) And home without a failin' (repeat) - Chorus |
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