We were sixteen posts
From the big 9 K
And our hearts were full of dread
For we kew that some damn ne'er do well
Would show up on the thread.
Would show up on the thread.


Oh the MOAB she was rising high
And the rum was running free.
What a terrible time we'll have tonight
On the old M-O-A-B!

The cooks they were all buxom gals
And they all wore silken vests.
So we ran them up to the top of the thread
To relieve our sad distress, oh, yess
To relieve our sad distress.

Oh the MOAB she was rising high
And the rum was running free.
What a terrible time we'll have tonight
On the old M-O-A-B!

Now the mates were all curmudgeons
They wuz all swole up aloft,
And the skipper was an imaginary man
A proper Southern toff!

Oh the MOAB she was rising high
And the rum was running free.
What a terrible time we'll have tonight
On the old M-O-A-B!
Onnnn the ollld M.....O....A.....B!!!!

We had made through the alien wars,
We had passed the Language Locks
But if we don't make the old 9K
We'll end up on the rocks!

Oh, the MOAB she was rising high
And the rum was running free.
What a terrible time we'll have tonight
On the old M-O-A-B!



(Devil finding work for idle hands and all that....)


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