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if ye ever steer a ship here
a ship with a crew an' a bottle of rum!
i'll promise i'll never go rovin' no more
if ye ever steer a ship here
a ship with a crew an' a bottle of rum!
i'll promise i'll never go rovin' no more
and i will never die
yo ho and a bottle of rum
steal some treasure
and i will never die
yo ho and a bottle of rum
steal some treasure
i'm going down to mexico in a glass of tequila
going down to purto rico in a bottle of rum
going to honolulu in a mai tai mug
i'm going down to mexico in a glass of tequila
going down to purto rico in a bottle of rum
going to honolulu in a mai tai mug
going down to puerto rico
in a bottle of rum
going out to honolulu
going down to puerto rico
in a bottle of rum
going out to honolulu
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and a yo ho ho
i will not say what he has done
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and a yo ho ho
i will not say what he has done
spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
singin' give me some words i can dance to
spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
singin' give me some words i can dance to
spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
singin' give me some words i can dance to
spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
singin' give me some words i can dance to
ho ho ho
bring a bottle of rum
ho ho ho
ho ho ho
bring a bottle of rum
ho ho ho
ho
ho and a bottle of rum
santa's run off to the caribbean
ho
ho and a bottle of rum
santa's run off to the caribbean
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my heart it goes out to that poor little dutch boy who stopped a great flood with the tip of his thumb. through parades and medals he felt no joy and took to his bed with a bottle of rum. the queen she arrived in her motorcade to give the good dutch boy a commemorative pen
but he watched as the milkmaids all withered and grayed and he knew that the waters must rise again. because the world is made up of milk and scissors
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my heart it goes out to that poor little dutch boy who stopped a great flood with the tip of his thumb. through parades and medals he felt no joy and took to his bed with a bottle of rum. the queen she arrived in her motorcade to give the good dutch boy a commemorative pen
but he watched as the milkmaids all withered and grayed and he knew that the waters must rise again. because the world is made up of milk and scissors