Welcome Aboard

I used to ride waves on the deep blue sea, A Sailor's life was the life for me. It was the wildest thing I ever did, I've been called Salty Dog and even Squid. On a crusty deck, the hull painted gray, We'd stow all the lines and be on our way. A motley crew aboard the Dick E. Byrd, Waiting for the Captain to give the word. Heading South to the Indian Ocean, Where the seas are calm and lacks the motion. The only drawback was the blazing sun, It was blistering skin for everyone. The closer we got to the Equator, The more we felt like a french fried tater. You'd stand your watch by the light of day, Or dead of night under the Milky Way. When we could stop at a liberty port, We'd all disembark for a little snort. Some Jamaican Rum or Irish Whiskey, A Tequila shot would make me frisky. Then back to the ship with your heart content, Thinking about the fun and money spent. Cruising due North on a highway of foam, Nursing hangovers on the voyage home.