Barnacle Bill the Sailor
Tim Shell
"To hell with the dance and drop your pants
said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
Anybody remember any other verses?
Tim "goofball loser" Shell
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>
>"To hell with the dance and drop your pants
>said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
>
>Anybody remember any other verses?
>
FYM: "Who's that knocking on my door?"
BB: "It's Barnacle Bill from over the sea,
said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
FYM: "What is it you want of me?"
BB: "Open the door, and on the floor ...",
FYM: "You may sleep upon a mat."
BB: "The hell with that, you can't f**k a mat! ..."
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Paul Carter
>"To hell with the dance and drop your pants
>said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
>Anybody remember any other verses?
"Well bite me crank and walk the plank"
said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
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Paul Carter
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>
>"To hell with the dance and drop your pants
>said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
>
>Anybody remember any other verses?
>
>Tim "goofball loser" Shell
>
>
Here's what we used to sing.
Who's that knocking at my door,
Who's that knocking at my door,
Who's that knocking at my door,
Said the pretty young maiden.
Open the door ya god damn whore
said Barnacle Bill the Sailor
<Repeat>
Come on in and we shall dance,
Come on in and we shall dance,
Come on in and we shall dance,
Said the pretty young maiden,
Fu*k the dance and drop your pants
said Barnacle Bill the Sailor
<Repeat>
What's that thing between your legs?
What's that thing between your legs?
What's that thing between your legs?
Said the pretty young maiden,
It's my pole to stick in your hole
said Barnacle Bill the Sailor
<Repeat>
What if we should have a child?
What if we should have a child?
What if we should have a child?
Said the pretty young maiden,
I'll open the crack and shove it back!
said Barnacle Bill the Sailor,
<Repeat>
There were others, be that's all I remember from my Navy days.
gregory brady
These are the verses I usually sing at rugby piss-ups. I know there are many
more, but these seem to sort of tell a story, and they are te ones I can
remember when I'm drunk.
FYM: Who's that knocking on my door?
BB: Well, open the door you fuckin' whore its Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
FYM: What's that thing between your legs?
BB: Well, its only me pole to shove up your hole said Barnacle Bill the
Sailor.
FYM: What's that running down my leg?
BB: Well, its only the shot that missed your twat said Barnacle Bill the
Sailor.
FYM: What if my Ma and Pa should come home?
BB: Well, I'll fuck your Ma and bugger your Pa said Barnacle Bill the
Sailor.
FYM: What if we should have a girl?
BB: Well, I'll dig a ditch and bury the bitch said Barnacle Bill the
Sailor.
FYM: What if we should have a boy?
BB: Well, he'll go to see and fuck like me said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
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: These are the verses I usually sing at rugby piss-ups. I know there are many
: more, but these seem to sort of tell a story, and they are te ones I can
: remember when I'm drunk.
:
: FYM: Who's that knocking on my door?
: BB: Well, open the door you fuckin' whore its Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
Has nayone ver heard of a guy, I think, named John Valbie? I believe he called
himself the X-Rated Piano Player? He used to do the Barnacle Bill song and
the Ballade of Big Ass Lil and Yukon Pete. And a lot of other really great
stuff?
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El Guapo
said Barnicle Bill the Sailer.
I used to have a John Valbey tape at one time.
pats...@pts.ptd.net
In article <1995Jul26.2...@lafn.org>, <ak...@lafn.org> writes:
>
> "To hell with the dance and drop your pants
>
>
The Cabin Boy, the Cabin Boy,
The dirty little ripper;
He stuffed is ass with broken glass,
and circumcised the Skipper!
Bart Amodeo
ak...@lafn.org (Tim Shell) wrote:
>
>"To hell with the dance and drop your pants
>said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
>
>Anybody remember any other verses?
>
>
>
Here are some of the lyrics that I remember... they are complete enough for a
drinking song! (BTW, I usually call it "Barnacle _Bart_ the Sailor," for
obvious reasons!)
Who's that knocking at my door,
Who's that knocking at my door?
Said the fair, fair maiden.
We're Captain and Crew
and we've come for a screw
Said Barnacle Bart the Sailor
Shall we first have a dance,
Shall we first have a dance?
Said the fair, fair maiden.
To hell with the dance,
And down with your pants
Said Barnacle Bart the Sailor
What if we should have a child,
What if we should have a child?
Said the fair, fair maiden.
Then we'll drown the poor bugger
And fuck for another
Said Barnacle Bart the Sailor
What if we should go to jail,
What if we should go to jail?
Said the fair, fair maiden.
Then I'll pick the lock
With my mightyly fine cock
Said Barnacle Bart the Sailor.
Cheers!
-Bart
CL...@staff.monash.edu.au
>From: pwca...@fred.net (Paul Carter)
>Subject: Re: Barnacle Bill the Sailor
>Date: Thu, 27 Jul 1995 02:56:39 GMT
>ak...@lafn.org (Tim Shell) wrote:
>>"To hell with the dance and drop your pants
>>said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
>>Anybody remember any other verses?
>"Well bite me crank and walk the plank"
>said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
>--
> Paul Carter
And
"I can see for miles, did you know I've got piles
said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
Leah
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Irwin Fredman
>
>
> In article <1995Jul26.2...@lafn.org>, <ak...@lafn.org> writes:
> >
> > "
> >
. .
> The Cabin Boy, the Cabin Boy,
> The dirty little ripper;
> He stuffed is ass with broken glass,
> and circumcised the Skipper!
>
Was washed into the water
Her plainted squeals
Announced the eelsHad found her sexual quarters.
The captain's wife was Mablle
She was strong and young and able
To copulate with the 2nd mate
Upon the kitchen table.
Goldman of Chaos
I'm remembering bits of it as this:
The good ship Venus,
her mast a towering penis
her figurehead a whore in bed,
a pretty sight by jesust!
The cabin boy was the captain's joy,
The cunning little nipper.
They filled his ass with broken glass,
and circumcised the Skipper.
The captain's youngest daughter,
they threw into the water.
you could tell by the squeels that some
of the eals had found her sexual quarters.
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> > said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
> >
> > Anybody remember any other verses?
> >
Who's that knocking at my door?
Just open the door you fuckin' whore said BBTS.
Shall we go to the dance?
The hell with the dance and down with your pants said BBTS.
What's that thing between your legs?
Its only me pole to stick up your hole said BBTS.
Whats that dripping down your leg?
Its only a shot that missed your twat said BBTS.
What if we should have a boy?
He'll go to sea and fuck like me said BBTS.
What if we should have a girl?
We'll dig a ditch and bury the bitch said BBTS.
What if Ma and Pa should come home early?
I'll fuck your Ma and blow your Pa said BBTS.
Glad I could help.
Pat
Solomon Fernblatt
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> The dirty little ripper;
> He stuffed is ass with broken glass,
> and circumcised the Skipper!
That is a verse from "The Good Ship Venus....."
That song starts out :
It were on the good ship Venus,
By the gods! You should have seen us!
The figurehead was a whore in bed,
And the mast was an upright penis.
(chorus)
We were Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in teh riggin'
Friggin' in th' riggin'
Was all we used to do.
(hmmm cant remember any other verses except those....
damned mental block....I should know better than to
try this song sober anyway.)
Cheers
Fernblatt
TOM FRY
: In article <1995Jul26.2...@lafn.org>, <ak...@lafn.org> writes:
: >
: > "To hell with the dance and drop your pants
: > said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."
: >
: > Anybody remember any other verses?
: >
:
: . . .
: The Cabin Boy, the Cabin Boy,
: The dirty little ripper;
: He stuffed is ass with broken glass,
: and circumcised the Skipper!
The cabin boy features in anotner verse:
The cabin boy, the cabin boy,
the dirty little beast;
he stuffed his ass with bubble gum
and vulcanized the priest!
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said BBTS!
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CKB
at the U of Leeds in 1988 I learned a bunch of great drinking songs. Sadly,
the years have dulled the words in my memory. Please post any verses you can
recall.
Some favorites of mine were 'Dinah' and 'Friggin in the Riggin'..but all
others welcome!
Thanks!
Kent Booker
Ford Motor
Detroit, Mich.
C.F. Hankel
> I've a favor to ask of some of the British contingent. While I studied abroad
> at the U of Leeds in 1988 I learned a bunch of great drinking songs. Sadly,
> the years have dulled the words in my memory. Please post any verses you can
> recall.
We don't have drinking songs here, mate. We have alcoholic beverages and
when when a few of us are drunk together, we may sing a little, all of us
except the Welsh. A Welshman gets a couple of pints inside him and he
believes he's an entire male voice choir on his own. (sad)
> Some favorites of mine were 'Dinah' and 'Friggin in the Riggin'..but all
> others welcome!
Ah! These are rugby songs. Different rules apply.
You have to charge about a muddy field in the company of fourteen team-mates
trying to maim the other team. You do this for eighty minutes, you then get
into the plunge bath with everyone and a pint or two. After soap throwing
and farting contests, along with the popular "drown the ref" interlude, you
might start singing one or two of the choicest examples of British literary
achievement.
Then there is the dancing. To the words
"Get 'em down, you zulu warrior.
Get 'em down, you zulu chief, chief, chief, chief"
sung in melodious chorus, one of the participants dances balletically on
a table, performing the ancient dance for the edification of all.
The entire company then starts to develop a taste for spicy food which
is only satisfied later in the evening (usually around midnight) when
the need for food itself is generally perceived.
At the restaurant, the remaining members of the song and dance ensemble
study the menu carefully. They then make their selections with these
words which are an important part of the ceremonial:
"The usual, please, and fourteen pints of lager,
twenty three poppadoms and the pickles."
Thus our cheery friends round off the evening before wending their
joyous way home, or onto a party.
Charles