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CAST: Dr. Pepper Captain Morgan Tatoo Grey Goose & Kalua M. Raymond Villamor IN A DRUNK INSPIRED RHYME And the Doctor takes me under as the Captain begins to sail ... And my emotions start to drift - shall it be heaven or will it be hell? And the Doctor tipped the bottle to make shots more and more ... While the Captain weighed the anchor far from distant shore So now I sit floating, feeling numb and asking what it's all for ... Maybe the answers will come tomorrow ... but tonight I'm just not sure. And the Doctor dripped his happy poison as the Captain cut another wake ... So I sailed upon the Doctor’s highs and Captain’s choppy waves The Doctor finally had to quit ... medicine he had no more ... And the Capt's ship ran aground into the rocky shore ... So I befriended some Black Russians to keep from being bored. I just was not ready in sobriety to be moored And the Russians took me in and in their grip I drifted off to sleep All my sorrows and all my pain till the morrow it would keep
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Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 2:51 PM UTC
To the Captain ... and the Doctor.
CAST: Dr. Pepper Captain Morgan Tatoo Grey Goose & Kalua M. Raymond Villamor IN A DRUNK INSPIRED RHYME And the Doctor takes me under as the Captain begins to sail ... And my emotions start to drift - shall it be heaven or will it be hell? And the Doctor tipped the bottle to make shots more and more ... While the Captain weighed the anchor far from distant shore So now I sit floating, feeling numb and asking what it's all for ... Maybe the answers will come tomorrow ... but tonight I'm just not sure. And the Doctor dripped his happy poison as the Captain cut another wake ... So I sailed upon the Doctor’s highs and Captain’s choppy waves The Doctor finally had to quit ... medicine he had no more ... And the Capt's ship ran aground into the rocky shore ... So I befriended some Black Russians to keep from being bored. I just was not ready in sobriety to be moored And the Russians took me in and in their grip I drifted off to sleep All my sorrows and all my pain till the morrow it would keep
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Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 2:51 PM UTC
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