Friggin' in the Riggin' (Sex Pistols)

It was on the good ship Venus By Christ, you should've seen us The figurehead was a whore in bed And the mast was a mammoth penis The captain of this lugger He was a dirty bugger He wasn't fit to shovel shit From one place to another Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do The captain's name was Morgan By Christ, he was a gorgon Ten times a day sweet tunes he'd play On his fucking organ The first mate's name was Cooper By Christ he was a trooper. He jerked and jerked until he worked Himself into a stupor Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do The second mate was Andy By Christ, he had a dandy Till they crushed his cock with a jagged rock For cumming in the brandy The cabin boy was Flipper He was a fucking nipper He stuffed his ass with broken glass And circumcised the skipper Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do The Captain's wife was Mabel To fuck she was not able So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits Across the barroom table The Captain had a daughter Who fell in deep sea water Delighted squeals revealed that eels Had found 'er sexual quarters Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do ...