Lyrics:
why' it just ain't fair a faucet Measures in this mess That's it, I guess! Every night I gotta git up in the middle of the gol'durn night An' it's
We were loaded down with barley, We were loaded down with rye, And the captain, he looked at me With a gol-durn wicked eye. Chorus The captain
lurkin' round the powder room door Biggest bunch of bigots that ever was born A general assembly of goldurn dolts With their heads stuck in the toilet bowl
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