She had a dark and a roving eye
And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets
She was a nice girl, a proper girl
But one of the roving kind.
As I cruised out one evening upon a night’s career
I spied a lofty clipper ship and to her I did steer
I hoisted out my signals, which she so quickly knew
And when she saw my bunting fly she immediately hove to.
“Oh pardon me,” she says to me
“For being out so late,
But if my parents heard of this,
Oh, sad would be my fate
My father is in politics, a good and righteous man
My mother is an acrobat, and I do the best I can.”
I took her for some fish and chips
And treated her so fine
And hardly did I realize she was the roving kind
I kissed her lips, I missed her lips,
And found to my surprise
She was nothing but a pirate ship
Rigged up in disguise.
So come all you good sailor-men
Who sail the wint’ry sea
And come all you apprentice lads
A warning take from me:
Beware of lofty clipper ships,
They’ll be the ruin of you
For ‘twas there she made me walk a plank,
And pushed me under, too

ORANGE COLORED SKY

I was walkin’ along
Mindin’ my business
When out of an orange colored sky
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Wonderful you came by.<> I was hummin’ a tune<> Drinkin’ in sunshine<> When out of that orange colored view<> Flash! Bam! Alakazam!<> I got a look at you<> One look and I yelled “Timber<> Watch out for flying glass”<> ‘Cause the ceiling fell in,<> And the bottom fell out,<> I went into a spin<> And I started to shout<> “I’ve been hit!<> This is it! This is it!<> I was walkin’ along<> Mindin’ my business<> When love came and hit me in the eye<> Flash! Bam! Alakazam!<> Out of an orange colored sky.

While I was walking down the beach one bright and sunny day,
I saw a great big wooden box a-floatin’ in the bay,
I pulled it in and opened it up and much to my surprise;
Oh, I discovered a xxx right before my eyes,
Oh, I discovered a xxx right before my eyes.
I picked it up and ran to town as happy as a king.
I took it to a guy I know who’d buy most anything
But this is what he hollered at me as I walked into his shop;
Oh, get out of here with that xxx before I call a cop,
Oh, get out of here with that xxx before I call a cop.
I turned around and got right out a-runnin’ for my life,
And then I took it home with me to give it to my wife,
But this is what she hollered at me as I walked in the door
Oh, get out of here with that xxx and don’t come back no more;
Oh, get out of here with that xxx and don’t come back no more.
I wandered all around the town until I chanced to meet
A hobo who was looking for a handout on the street.
He said, he’d take most any old thing, he was a desperate man,
But when I showed him the xxx, he turned around and ran.
Oh, when I showed him the xxx, he turned around and ran.
I wandered on for many years, a victim of my fate
Until one day I came upon Saint Peter at the gate
And when I tried to take it inside he told me where to go:
Get out of here, with that xxx and take it down below.
Oh, get out of here with that xxx and take it down below.
The moral of the story is if you’re out on the beach,
And you should see a great big box and it’s within your reach,
Don’t ever stop and open it up, that’s my advice to you,
‘Cause you’ll never get rid of the xxx, no matter what you do.
Oh, you’ll never get rid of the xxx, no matter what you do.