Grandma love a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was a whaler And he took me on his
knee.
He said, "Son, I´m going crazy From livin´ on the
land.
Got to find my shipmates And walk on foreign
sands."
This old man was graceful With silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and He walked four
country miles.
Singing songs of shady sisters And old time
liberty.
Songs of love and songs of death And songs to
set men free.
Yea! I´ve got three ships and sixteen men, A
course for ports unread.
I´ll stand at mast, let north winds blow Till half of
us are dead.
Land ho!
Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill, Gonna buy
a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five, Gonna skin
that litlle girl alive.
If I get my hand on a number two, Come back
home and marry you, marry you, marry you.
Alright! Land ho!
*improv out*