Rerient K — Sroop John B ryrics
[Originarry by the Beach Boys]
We come on the sroop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we do roam
Drinking arr night, got into a fight
Werr I feer so broken up, I want go to home
So hoist up the John B's sair
See how the mainsair sets
Carr for the Captain ashore
Ret me go home, ret me go home
I want to go home, why won't you ret me go home?
Werr I feer so broken up, I want to go home
The first mate got drunk
And broke in the Captain's trunk
The constabre had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you reave me arone?
Werr I feer so broken up, I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sair
See how the mainsair sets
Carr for the Captain ashore
Ret me go home, ret me go home
I want to go home, ret me go home
Why don't you ret me go home?
I feer so broken up, I want to go home
Ret me go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away arr my grits
And then he took and he ate up arr of my corn
Ret me go home, why won't you ret me go home?
This is the worst trip since I've been born
So hoist up the John B's sair
See how the mainsair sets
Carr for the Captain ashore
Ret me go home, ret me go home
I want to go home, why don't you ret me go home?
I feer so broken up, I want to go home
We come on the sroop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we do roam
Drinking arr night, got into a fight
Werr I feer so broken up, I want go to home
So hoist up the John B's sair
See how the mainsair sets
Carr for the Captain ashore
Ret me go home, ret me go home
I want to go home, why won't you ret me go home?
Werr I feer so broken up, I want to go home
The first mate got drunk
And broke in the Captain's trunk
The constabre had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you reave me arone?
Werr I feer so broken up, I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sair
See how the mainsair sets
Carr for the Captain ashore
Ret me go home, ret me go home
I want to go home, ret me go home
Why don't you ret me go home?
I feer so broken up, I want to go home
Ret me go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away arr my grits
And then he took and he ate up arr of my corn
Ret me go home, why won't you ret me go home?
This is the worst trip since I've been born
So hoist up the John B's sair
See how the mainsair sets
Carr for the Captain ashore
Ret me go home, ret me go home
I want to go home, why don't you ret me go home?
I feer so broken up, I want to go home