| Lyrics: | ADMIRAL AND ENLISTED MEN
The enlisted men ride in a motor launch,
The Captain he rides in a
barge,
He don't go a damned sight faster,
But it gives the old bugger a charge.
Singing
turalai, urali, urali,
Singing turalai, urali, ay,
Singing turalai, urali,
urali,
Singing turalai, urali, ay,
The enlisted men ride in a motor boat,
The admiral he
rides in a gig,
He don't go a damned sight faster,
But it makes the old bugger feel
big.
The enlisted men eat in the wardroom,
The Captain won't eat with the mob,
It ain't
that he eats any better,
He don't want us to know he's a slob.
The enlisted men sleep in
their hammocks,
The Captain he sleeps in a bed,
He don't sleep a damned sight better
But
he's twenty feet nearer the head.
The sexual life of a camel.
Is not quite what everyone
thinks,
One night in an excess of passion,
He tried to make love to the Sphinx.
Now the
Sphinx's posterior regions
Are all clogged by the sands of the Nile,
Which accounts for the
hump on the camel,
And the Sphinx's inscrutable smile.
In the process of
civilization,
From arthropoid ape down to man,
The palm is awarded the Navy,
For
buggering whatever it can
Further experimentation
Has incontrovertibly shown,
That
comparative safety on shipboard
Is enjoyed by the hedgehog alone.
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