This
song is right on the mark. Anybody
remember those days? Sometimes it felt
like a three-ring circus with too many clowns! I guess that’s what made it so
memorable. I remember as a Seaman or a
Third Class thinking those wearing anchors got nothing better to do but think
up stupid stuff for us to do trying to transform us seagoing idiots into Wally Cleaver
Sunday school attendees...
I hope you enjoy
the song! I don’t know his name or what ship it was on, but you can watch the
video from the link down below! Cheers …
I’m just trying to be a father,
And send my child support with
love,
I’ve got kids in fourteen
countries,
At least the ones that I know of …
Up and at’um in the morning,
With a bitch, a moan and gripe,
Can’t afford to be late to work
again,
Probably lose another stripe.
I don’t do it for the money,
Oh that’s subsistence pay.
But I hate giving to the galley,
But they just take it anyway.
It is the life that I have chosen,
To be the few, the proud, the
brave.
Now I’m standing here getting my
ass chewed,
Cause for once I forgot to shave.
I can’t call in drunk on Monday,
When I downed so much I puked.
I just sleep through my duty days,
And sometimes on watch too.
You can bet that I’ll be ready,
When the group heads to the bar.
I get wasted, I get arrested,
And I puked some in the car.
But I’ll always put my shit away,
When Chief says do it now!
It takes one guy to do the job,
I need four to tell me how.
Oh, and I don’t want to work
today,
But if work it has to be.
Well I’ll drag my ass to Quarters,
So they can read me the POD.
I’m an American Sailor in the US
of N …
And my shipmates and shitbags,
That always seem to find ways in.
When liberty is put down for me,
I will always get my flame.
And I’m out here at the
whorehouse,
But there’s no match tonight …
American Sailor …
I’m an American Sailor …
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