| One of my friends can't tell you the name
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| He boarded the ship as if small from the deck
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| God didn't give him much to look at
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| But it is still fair, give everyone some quality
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| (we'll see later)
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| On the high seas after a few days
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| The crew understands from the story that the person in question has not yet taken off his nose
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| They decide to visit him in the next port in Morocco
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| They pay one good Moroccan whore together
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| Morocco!!!
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| Because the guy was very shy
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| When the fish was brought to him, he died of fright
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| Small cabin, bed cramped
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| But the little one from the deck managed surprisingly fast
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| The whole ship shook from his fuck
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| More than the strong mistral that blew that afternoon
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| The sailors took turns pushing around the keyhole
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| To see the whore shed tears of joy
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| But we had to move on from Morocco
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| The naval business dictates so
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| Sad was the little one from the deck
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| His heart floated on the waves
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| Like some lonely Flying Fish
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| The crew caught him in the act
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| The next port was Kardeljevo
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| But everyone agreed to tell him
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| How to sail back to Morocco
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| They entered the port of Kardeljevo
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| A sailor of anticipation of the sweet
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| He does not restrain his right hand
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| When they stepped on the ground
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| The sailor thought
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| This is a big step for me and a small one for humanity
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| He bends down, kisses the ground and says
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| Morocco!!!
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| Morocco, the Promised Land !!!
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| Morocco!!!
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| And Kardelj's |