| You people can watch while I’m scrubbing these floors
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| And I’m scrubbin' the floors while you’re gawking
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| Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell
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| In this crummy Southern town
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| In this crummy old hotel
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| But you’ll never guess to who you’re talkin'
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| No, you couldn’t ever guess to who you’re talkin'
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| Then one night there’s a scream in the night
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| And you’ll wonder who could that have been
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| And you see me kinda grinnin' while I’m scrubbin'
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| And you say, «What's she got to grin?»
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| I’ll tell you
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| There’s a ship
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| The Black Freighter
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| With a skull on its masthead
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| Will be coming in
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| You gentlemen can say: «Hey gal, finish them floors!
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| Get upstairs! |
| What’s wrong with you! |
| Earn your keep here!»
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| You toss me your tips
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| And look out to the ships
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| But I’m counting your heads
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| As I’m making the beds
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| Cuz there’s nobody gonna sleep here
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| Tonight, nobodys gonna sleep here, honey
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| Nobody
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| Nobody!
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| Then one night there’s a scream in the night
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| And you say: «Who's that kicking up a row?»
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| And ya see me kinda starin' out the winda
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| And you say: «What's she got to stare at now?»
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| I’ll tell ya
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| There’s a ship
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| The Black Freighter
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| Turns around in the harbor
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| Shootin' guns from her bow
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| Now, you gentlemen can wipe off that smile off your face
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| Cause every building in town is a flat one
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| This whole frickin' place will be down to the ground
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| Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
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| And you yell: «Why do they spare that one?»
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| Yes, that’s what you say: «Why do they spare that one?»
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| All the night through, through the noise and to-do
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| You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
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| And you see me stepping out in the morning
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| Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair
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| And the ship
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| The Black Freighter
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| Runs a flag up its masthead
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| And a cheer rings the air
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| By noontime the dock
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| Is a-swarmin' with men
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| Comin' out from the ghostly freighter
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| They move in the shadows
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| Where no one can see
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| And they’re chainin' up people
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| And they’re bringin' em to me
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| Askin' me
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| «Kill them NOW, or LATER?»
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| Askin' ME!
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| «Kill them now, or later?»
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| Noon by the clock
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| And so still at the dock
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| You can hear a foghorn miles away
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| And in that quiet of death
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| I’ll say, «Right now
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| Right now!»
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| Then they pile up the bodies
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| And I’ll say
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| «That'll learn ya!»
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| And the ship
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| The Black Freighter
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| Disappears out to sea
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| And on it is me |