sex pistols – Friggin’ In The Riggin’ scritto da admin 22 Gennaio 2016 It was on the good ship Venus By Christ, ya shoulda seen us The figurehead was a whore in bed And the mast, 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 Captain’s name was Morgan By Christ, he was a gorgon Ten times a day sweet tunes he’d play On his fuckin’ 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 Hold on give it some bollocks The second mate was Andy By Christ he had a dandy Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock From cumming in the brandy The cabin boy was Flipper He was a fuckin’ 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 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 bar-room table The Captain had a daughter Who fell in deep sea water And by her squeals we knew the 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