feel sorry for me. 'Cause I won't change my story. Don't take all my glory. Don't you feel sorry for me. Tied up with leather and rope. A little bit of medicine to give me hope. I'm inky like a smoking
'Twas quite the inky black night. All the weather vanes were turning. And the constable was burning out his light. . When low our anchors went down, barnacle bound. The men were up and churning
Yo, yo, yo. Once upon a time up in Jersey, yo. Haha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe. Yo, I knocked on her do'. ("Who is it?"). Haha, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya. (Oh) I heard
. down my cheeks, and I don't know why. And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak. went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow. I wrestled with grisly fear. But the stars were out and
. down my cheeks, and I don't know why. And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak. went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow. I wrestled with grisly fear. But the stars were out and