A sailor from New Delhi (repeat) Was walking down the streets of Spain, (repeat) Selling hot tamales (repeat) Chorus: He said the world was roundo (repeat) He said it could be foundo (repeat) That hypothetical calculating son of a gun Colombo (repeat) He walked right up to the Queen of Spain (repeat) Asked for ships and cargo (repeat) He said I'll be a son of a gun if I don't bring back Chicago (repeat) The first mate, the first mate, (repeat) Yes he had a biggen (repeat) He wrapped it twice around the mast (repeat) And used the rest for rigg'n (repeat) |
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