"Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our forefathers harnessed before us. Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings, it's a son of a gun of a chorus."
Whoa! Thanks, earl. I always just kinda mumbled that part of the song. Now that I read it, I don't even know if I could say it anyway. Guess I'll stick with a drunk mumble.
"..and if I don't die by Thursday, I'll be roarin' Friday night."
His music took an unfortunate turn when he stopped singing about drinking, but as long as he plays a majority of his old stuff at concerts I'll let a few of his boring new **** slide. New **** meaining anything after Off to see the Lizard...