| Gimme the spear
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| Gimme it quick
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| And I’ll kill
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| The son on Moby Dick
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| I’ll throw the carcass on the boil
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| Sell my soul for blossy oil
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| Murder in the silver foam
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| Grab the gold and sail back home
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| Slaughter cubs and mummy too
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| Here’s a perfume just for you
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| Thar she blows
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| Thar she blows
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| There she blows
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| See the spout
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| Money is what it’s all about
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| In leopard skins and tiger shoes
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| We all sing the dog food blues
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| Sling it on the rusty deck
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| Rip the sinew from its neck
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| You can’t complain, it’s fair enough
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| We kill it and you buy the stuff
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| Thar she blows
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| Thar she blows
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| I’m a whaler man, a buccaneer, the butcher boy
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| Born a hero dyin' slow
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| You’re only blubber what did I say here today
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| Will you be here tomorrow?
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| Will you be here tomorrow?
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| Gimme the spear
|
| Gimme it quick
|
| And I’ll kill
|
| The son on Moby Dick
|
| I’ll throw the carcass on the boil
|
| Sell my soul for blossy oil
|
| Murder in the silver foam
|
| Grab the gold and sail back home
|
| Slaughter cubs and mummy too
|
| Here’s a perfume just for you
|
| Thar she blows
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| Thar she blows |