Transcribed from Spotify, sorry for any typos.

Whistle-Punk Pete stood only five feet
And he wasn't gonna get any bigger
But his main ambition was to hold the position
Of hook tender and head rigger
But everybody knew that unless he grew
He wasn't ever going to make it
It takes a pretty big man
That's an all around hand
There's hardly any way you can fake it.
Youu put a block and a strap onto little Pete's back
And he'd head in the wrong direction.
Makin' new lay outs and pullin' haywires
He couldn't even pull one section.
He could climb all right, he didn't mind the height
But when he got to the top oh golly
He was too small to tackle a guyline shackle
He couldn't even hook up a molly
But he was running around with a gal downtown
She was fat but kind of pretty
And we heard one day that they'd ran away
Got married in a nearby city
He was happy with his wife she was the love of his life
She had such a sweet disposition.
But Whistle-Punk Pete didn't know ant the time she'd
help him realize his ambition.
'Cause his little wife Myrtle wore a full length girdle
That had twenty three hooks and eyes
took a full half hour to hook her up every morning
Much to little Pete's surprise
Well he was hookin' and linkin', his eyes began a blinkin
And he jumped up and let out a squall
He said "Myrtle, holy cow, if the boys could see me now,
I'm a hook tender after all"