CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Captain
The Captain stormed into the wardroom
And he threatened to lower the boom:
I don't mind the guests in the movies
But who laid that broad in my room?
The officers eat in the wardroom
The Captain won't eat with the mob
Oh, it's not that he eats any better
He don't want us to know he's a slob
Oh, here's to the ladies of Newport
And here's to the docks that they roam
And here's to their dirty faced children
God bless'em, they may be our own
And here's to the maidens of Brooklyn
Who stand at the navy yard rail
Now, they may not be Hollywood starlets
But they gave us our first piece of tail
Oh, honor the men of the Leyte
For bravery outside the line
Creating historical precedent
They buggered a small porcupine
And here's to the gallant Missouri
Whose complement loves to have fun
They bugger the stacks and the portholes
And even a sixteen-inch gun
Oh, the crewmen all sleep in their hammocks
The Captain, he sleeps in his bed
It's not that he sleeps any better
But he's twenty feet nearer the head
And he threatened to lower the boom:
I don't mind the guests in the movies
But who laid that broad in my room?
The officers eat in the wardroom
The Captain won't eat with the mob
Oh, it's not that he eats any better
He don't want us to know he's a slob
Oh, here's to the ladies of Newport
And here's to the docks that they roam
And here's to their dirty faced children
God bless'em, they may be our own
And here's to the maidens of Brooklyn
Who stand at the navy yard rail
Now, they may not be Hollywood starlets
But they gave us our first piece of tail
Oh, honor the men of the Leyte
For bravery outside the line
Creating historical precedent
They buggered a small porcupine
And here's to the gallant Missouri
Whose complement loves to have fun
They bugger the stacks and the portholes
And even a sixteen-inch gun
Oh, the crewmen all sleep in their hammocks
The Captain, he sleeps in his bed
It's not that he sleeps any better
But he's twenty feet nearer the head
