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little wings - squire's locker lyrics

seventeen men on a dead squire’s locker
have another drink it’s on me jack
let the rum pour from your throat to the floor
tickling your ribs like a teabag
twelve leagues down where the laughs never end
everyone’s as rotten as a fleabag
in and out of eye sockets all the fish swim
he hi ho did ya see that?

roger went first so you know how it goes
jolly as a wh0re out on payday
four on the floor and you know what’s more?
barking at the moon like a maniac
sh+lls and kеlp matted into his hair
eyes dark and empty as a ravеn
split in his britches at the derriere
face fallen in like a cave+in

shouting like waves spraying off of the bough
arms wildly waving like the wind blows
don’t try to limit him least not now
let him keep crashing through the windows
sixteen swabs on a dead squire’s deck
have another drink it’s on me jack
let the rum pour from your mouth to your neck
and tickle your ribs like a teabag
back on the shore where the maidens splay out
half of them fish from the waist down
dapper little gents watching how it plays out
but plenty of them hit the deck face down
thomas tried his hand at a sonnet after supper
horace bent his wrist like a crab claw
the conch sh+ll blew and dessert was served
melon flavored gel in the shape of a seesaw

we saw this from the deck and the rigging
pillage won’t begin to describe it
swabs swinging in like monkeys on the vine
and though most of you have never tried it
to run a man through to the base of a sword
and watch his eyes bulge is a pleasure
to do what you do to a fauntleroy lord
then make off with his lass and his treasure

they scatter like mice at the sound of the cannon
the eyepatch can tend to alarm them
one wooden leg and a hook for a hand
makes it clear that you intend to harm them
wicked like a man going wolf for the moon
night time black as a cauldron
with the way it’s going they’ll be finished pretty soon
and the lights in their eyes will be all dim
fifteen lords yeah we only lost one
have another drink it’s on me jack
the rum on your hat through your boots to the floor
tickling your ribs like a teabag

- little wings lyrics

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