A little bosun went to town
A-riding on a hussy
Found himself both clapped and poxed
But his hygiene wasn't fussy.

Little bosun, keep it up
Bosun, you're a dandy,
Mind the drip and mind the burns
And with mercury be handy!

He tried to do the cabin boy
The first mate and the rudder
The hawser holes, the captain's pup
And some fellow name of Scudder.

CH.

He made the crew so goddamned mad
They threw him in the ship's boat
Towing it along behind,
He tried to do the tow rope.

CH.

Off of Biscay Bay a storm did strike
It knocked the boat to splinters
The bosun was so afraid he'd drown
He ran atop the waves like sprinters.

CH.

But he ran into a giant squid
Whose tentacles wrapped around him
Squeezing, tying him in knots,
It ripped and rent and tore him.

CH.

We'll not forget the bosun mite
A most unlucky fellow
Last seen he was trying to screw the squid
With a mighty, whooping, bellow.

Repeat CH. ad nauseam.