Drunken Whalers

With rum buzzing under foreheads, People seem bit less generic. The whole sea world takes on content, Sea stories take merit. So hey ho! The round is waiting, Hey ha! The cups we're raising, Hey, it'll help directly Sea stories from fading. A boat is a type of vessel, A storm - wind that blows with gesture. One can lure a girl with whistle, Other can undress her. Hey ho! The round is waiting, Hey ha! The cups we're raising, Hey, it'll keep perfectly Sea stories from fading. Once upon, there was a sailor Who would only digest pepper, Pouring it in every meal for him Just made it better. Hey ho! The round is waiting, Hey ha! The cups we're raising, Hey, it'll make correctly Sea stories from fading. Once it blew so hard while sailing, Wind tore sails and bent the railings, Pushed him through the deck and straight in The back of Captain's wifey. Hey ho! The round is waiting, Hey ha! The cups we're raising, Hey, it'll force intently Sea stories from fading. The sailor hastily winked at Captain, Peppering his wifey's pus-sy, Spanked her butt and ate his last meal Spicy, tight, and juicy. Hey ho! The round is waiting, Hey ha! The cups we're raising, Hey, nothing ever kept a Sea story from fading.