Lyrics:
af sted
Hvad er det der gør at selv Hr Mortensen går med
Hvorfor gør Gemyse og Pil alt det de kan
Hvorfor skipper Skipper skibet for at bli' på land
af sted
Hvad er det der gør at selv Hr Mortensen går med
Hvorfor gør Gemyse og Pil alt det de kan
Hvorfor skipper Skipper skibet for at bli' på land
Voilier si t'as pas de skipper (pas de skipper)
Tu coules (tu coules)
J'lis des romans-fleuves
Il faut qu'j'oublie
Pour être toute neuve
Les
the mighty sailor man
A skipper brave and sure
But passengers that sail the day
A three hour tour, a three hour tour
The weather started getting rough
tok og skipper'n gav
Men det var i Singapore
Det store sjømannshjartet for
Og det var nok der at
Songen kom om bord
Det var songen om kjærleik og
and registration is good, go check it
It cost to be the boss, it cost for me to floss
Of course you see the frost, got diamonds on my neck
I'm the big skipper
shop
In the Apollo on them 'boes so the hoes jock
Especially when I rock that linen suit with no socks
In Polo skippers, they undo zippers,
And they
The King sits in Dunfirmline town,
Drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper
To sail this might boat of mine?"
Then up
low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low
Sean Rouse the skipper from the church of Crook
Piery keeps log for his
came a Yankee skipper
Away you rolling river
He winked his eye, and he tipped his flipper
Away, we're bound away across the wide
Missouri
He sold
pollaseeds
Quick to twist ya, hit ya, it's the chipper
Pistol gripper, skip-skipper runnin' up in your rear view mirror
Ready to bust with my bandana bumpin'
love me (yeah, yeah, baby)
Just say you do (just say you do, ooh)
So electrifying, you soon might just blow my fuse
Love skipper, it's you I choose
her,
You should be my Mrs., I can Mr.,
Put me on deck shorty I can be your skipper
I'll give you a kiss for every time you make me smile
I'll
Smooth sailin' from now on.
I'll be the skipper
And we'll have a little crew.
She, and I, and kisses,
And Oh yes, Mr. Moon.
There's a gonna be
bloodclot if you touch my riches
Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga
Fuck where I come from I'm a quiet gangster nigga
First I get you
a hooker to the crib
You know she got to strip
Stay dip, take out of state trips
Don't drink a lot of Hennessy
I only take a sip
I'm a skipper, like
Flipper
He was a fuckin' nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
The King sits in Dunfirmline town,
Drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper
To sail this might boat of mine?"
Then up
decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em
a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't
some pipe, haulin' the skippers
Candy paint straight coonin', look at me nigga
Get my scratch, all about my mail
Ant, stress, and doonie, them boys from
like the skipper,
But only at night because I'm a day tripper
Twitchin-shakin,
And I kick more bass then John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot
Flipper
He was a fuckin' nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
And fighting Bill Casey from Dover
There was Dooley from Claire who was strong as a bear
And was skipper of the Irish Rover
We had one million bales of old
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