| They called me `Skipper'
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| And I sailed on the sea
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| Home was the rolling waves
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| And the beer and the company
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| And we pulled the nets together
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| And we worked as a team
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| Until the day we caught the big fish
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| And were never seen again
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| And the clock kept ticking
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| And my supper went cold
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| On the day we caught the big fish
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| And my wife was widowed
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| We’d talk of the old days
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| That would never come back
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| When we needed those muscles
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| Just to haul in the catch
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| When the ropes were singing
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| And our skins grew brown
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| On the day we caught the big fish
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| It was all hands down
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| And the boats kept searching
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| There was no trace found
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| On the day we caught the big fish
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| It was all hands down
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| When I hit the water
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| I was still laughing at a joke
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| That was just done telling
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| When the monster awoke
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| And I thought of all the legends
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| As I heard the winches scream
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| Then I swam with the devil
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| In the deep blue sea
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| And the clock kept ticking
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| And my supper went cold
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| There were radio messages
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| That they couldn’t decode
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| So the boats kept searching
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| But there was no trace found
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| On the day we caught the big fish
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| It was all hands down |