Don't you baste me ,
or bawl me out,
berate me,
or call me down,
I'm just trying to be a sailor man
There's no need to Keel haul
Oh don't you castigate me,
chastise me,
or chew me out,
I've been criticised
And I'll chew you up
And spit you out
Oh captain don't you
dress me down,
Or flay me
With a cat o nine tails
Of my nine lives
I've had eight
I'm not ready to go to the
Pearly gates
So there's no need to Keel haul
Don't you hammer me,
or jaw me,
Might as well hang and draw me
Because if all I'm good for
In the ocean's waste
Is just for you to lambast or lambaste
For more pace less haste
But just don't you keelhaul
Oh but you can lecture me,
rag me, or rail at me,
I'll turn student and learn the ropes
I'll learn one end of a yardarm
From a sergeant at arms with hope
But you may rant at me,
rate me, ream out the Ship of State at me
I just ask this if you don't hate me
No need to keelhaul
Oh, go ahead rebuke me Make me sick and whale fluke me
But if they approach will you reproach me
For crying "Whale Ahoy!" firstly?
Will you scold me with a fiery tongue Or brand me to know the score That you tongue-lash me
"It's for your own good, son"
Oh just don't keelhaul
Yes upbraid me, or downgrade me
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