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Nov 2017
The captain’s ill and we’re heading for rocks,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

We’re all in a panic and we’re rattling the locks,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

My god, man, we’re all going to sink,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

Davy Jones’s locker, we’re all for the drink,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

The sails are torn and the ropes are all knotted,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

The boards on the deck are all wet and rotted,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

We’re going down now, swim for the shore,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

Soaked on the beach, we’re ready for war,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?
Michael J Simpson
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Michael J Simpson  31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland
(31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland)   
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