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From: spb0457@zeus.tamu.edu (SubGenius)
Subject: Friggin` in the Riggin` (kinda the Sex Pistols)
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FRIGGIN` IN THE RIGGIN`
--Traditional
(And appears in a shorter form than presented here
on the Sex Pistols` _Great Rock `n` Roll Swindle_
album)
I originally learned this song from a guy named Jerry who said that he in turn
learned it while working on shrimp boats in the Gulf. He called it On the
Good Ship Venus, and used the first verse as the chorus, but I think I prefer
the Sex Pistol`s version a bit better.
Anyway, it`s a great drinking song; you can embellish the guitar bits as
much as you want, but it`s easy as a two dollar whore to play as presented,
which is a big bonus if you`re in the habit of playing whilst pixillated.
Chords:
C G FM7
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C G
It was on the good ship Venus
C
By Christ ya shouldda seen us.
FM7
The figurehead was a whore in bed,
G C
And the mast a mammoth penis.
C G
The captain of this starker
C
He wept to leave his mother.
FM7
He wasn`t fit to shovel shit
G C
From one place to another.
Chorus: C G
Friggin` in the riggin`
C
Friggin` in the riggin`
FM7
Friggin` in the riggin`
G C
There was fuck all else to do.
The first mate`s name was Morgan.
By Christ he was a gorgon.
Ten times a day he`d stop and play
With `is reproductive organ.
The second mate was Cooper
By Christ he was a trooper.
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor.
[Chorus]
The bosun`s name was Andy
By Christ he had a dandy
Until the crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For coming in the brandy.
The cabin boy was Ripper,
He was a randy nipper.
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper.
[Chorus]
The Captain`s wife was Mabel.
To fuck she was not able.
So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
Across the barroom table.
While crossing the equator
The crew did elevate her.
She bared her ass on the topmost mast,
And dared the crew to mate her.
[Chorus]
The Captain`s daughter Charlotte
Was born and raised a harlot.
Her thighs were white by the pale moonlight,
By morning they were scarlet.
The Captain`s other daughter
Fell in deep sea water,
And by her squeals we knew the eels
Had found `er private quarters.
[Chorus]
While sailing on the ocean
We`d often get a notion
In cold and heat to beat our meat
With a peculiar motion.
Sailing on the Sargasso,
To make the doldrums pass, Oh
We`d launch a spree of buggery
Upon each other`s ass`oles.
[Chorus]
We knew sooner or later
Approaching the equator
That every Jack would have a whack
At turning fornicator.
Each sailor lad`s a brother
To each and one another.
We`d take great pains at our daisy chains
Whilst writing home to mother.
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
-SubGenius
