The Town Pants - The Mermaid lyrics

It was Friday morn, when we set sail and we were not far from the land. When our Captain he spied, a mermaid so fair with a comb and gla** in her hand. And the ocean waves do roll And the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors, are skippin at the top While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below While the landlubbers lie down below Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship And a fine old man was he This fishy mermaid has warned my of our doom we shall sink to the bottom of the sea Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship and a fine strappin lad was he He said I's a wife in Brooklyn by the sea And tonight she a widow will be And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship And a crazy old butcher was he He says I care much more for my pots and my pans Than I do for the bottom of the sea Then three times around spun our gallant ship And three times around spun she Three times around spun our gallant ship And she sank to the bottom of the sea