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Lyr Req: Foam on the neck of the bottle DigiTrad: ADMIRAL AND ENLISTED MEN SEXCAMEL Related thread: Lyr Req: Horny camel / inscrutable Sphynx (10) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Foam on the neck of the bottle From: GUEST,Drew's sister Date: 22 Aug 15 - 10:52 PM Thank you for the lyrics. I just got finished singing those lyrics - and yes, dog-gone and bugger were NOT what I was singing! ;-) |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Foam on the neck of the bottle From: Jim Dixon Date: 15 Jul 13 - 09:32 AM There's a song in the DT that is very similar to this one-- ADMIRAL AND ENLISTED MEN. Oscar Brand had a version he called THE SEXUAL LIFE OF A CAMEL. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Foam on the neck of the bottle From: GUEST,Grishka Date: 04 Jul 13 - 02:12 PM The tune must be "Botany Bay". |
Subject: ADD: Foam on the Neck of the Bottle From: GUEST,Cape Cod Joe Date: 03 Jul 13 - 12:23 PM Here are the rest of the lyrics. It's an old Navy song. When I was a kid my father, now 93, would sing the lines about the officers riding in a motorboat, the captain riding in a gig. Here's the whole song, courtesy of Google: FOAM IN THE NECK OF THE BOTTLE Oh, it isn't the pitching and tossing Or the foam on the crest of the waves, It's the foam in the neck of the bottle That's sending us down to our graves, CHORUS: Singing tourelai tourelai tourelai Tourelai tourelai ay It's the foam in the neck of the bottle That's sending us down to our graves. Oh, the officers ride in the motorboat The captain he rides in his gig He don't ride a dog-gone bit faster But it makes the old bugger feel big. CHORUS Oh, the officers eat in the wardroom The captain don't eat with the boys He don't eat a dog-gone bit better But the old bugger can't stand the noise. CHORUS Oh, the officers sleep in the bunkroom The captain he sleeps in his bed He don't sleep a dog-gone bit better But the bugger is nearer the head. CHORUS The officers ride in the motorboat The admiral rides in his barge He don't ride a dog-gone bit faster But it gives the old bugger a charge. CHORUS Oh, the officers they all wear stripes of gold The chiefs they all wear a crow It don't make a dog-gone bit of difference But it sure makes the seamen feel low. CHORUS The officers ride in the motorboat The President, he rides in his yacht He don't go a dog-gone bit faster But it makes the old bugger feel hot. NOTE: My guess is that "dog-gone" and "bugger" were not the way the song was sung during the war. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Foam on the neck of the bottle From: Joe Offer Date: 05 Mar 10 - 04:20 PM refresh - although I have to say that it's what below the foam that has the major effect. |
Subject: Foam on the neck of the bottle From: GUEST,Melissa's Brother Date: 05 Mar 10 - 12:25 PM My sister is looking for the complete lyrics & title for this: It's not the rolling or pitching that bother me, Or the foam from a high flying wave, It's the foam on the neck of the bottle, That's dragging me down to my grave. Singing Touralai, touralai, oo-ra-lai, Touralai, oo-ra-lai, aaii, It's the foam on the neck of the bottle that's dragging me down to my grave. Thanks |
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