‘Friggin’ In The Riggin’

‘Good Ship Venus’, better known as ‘Friggin' in the Riggin', is a bawdy drinking song contrived to shock the hell outta listeners with the lewdest and crudest lyrics of sexual debauchery imaginable! The portrayal of the ship's morally loose crew is quite likely the result of Privateering & Buccaneering during the Sixteenth to Nineteenth Centuries!!  There have been many variations from the origin which particularly speak to the Captain’s daughter…

The captain's daughter Charlotte

Was born and bred a harlot

Her thighs at night

Were Lily White

By morning they were Scarlet.

The ultimate fate of the original ship Venus is unknown, though there have been five ships in Her Majesty’s Navy with such a name! The most current lyrics of the song were made famous by the English Punk Rock Group ‘The Sex Pistols’ and were revived again later by the American Speed Metal Group ‘Anthrax’…

It was on the good ship Venus

By Christ, ya should’a seen us

The figurehead was a whore in bed

And the mast, a mammoth penis

The Captain of this lugger

He was a dirty bugger

He wasn’t fit to shovel shit

From one place to another

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

There was fuck else to do

Captain’s name was Morgan

By Christ, he was a gorgon

Ten times a day sweet tunes he’d play

With his fuckin’ organ

The first mate’s name was Cooper

By Christ, he was a trooper

He jerked and jerked until he worked

Himself into a stupor

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

There was fuck all else to do

The second mate was Andy

By Christ, he had a dandy

Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock

For cumming in the brandy

The cabin boy was Flipper

He was a fuck’n nipper

He stuffed his ass with broken glass

And circumcised the Skipper

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

There was fuck all else to do

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

There was fuck all else to do

The Captain’s wife was Mabel

To fuck, she wasn’t able

So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits

Across the barroom table

The Captain had a daughter

Who fell in deep sea water

And by her squeals we knew the eels

Had found her sexual quarters

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

There was fuck all else to do

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

There was fuck all else to do

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

Friggin’ in the riggin

There was fuck all else to do

“Oh… Those Damned Sailors and Their Shanties... AAARGH!”