Found a job on a tramp steamer
There I ran into a turambo
With his parrot -paw shrieking
and his violent, violet eyes
He frightened me a little,
but I thought it was cool
And he showed me up the hem
when the queen whined and whined
As the monkeys gathered round,
Polished the moon, said Ram bo to me
And he tipped up my glass
Loaded with tangerine cockatoos
I sold French postcards in Ethiopia
To help Rambo sail back to France
But he fell ill, went to the hospital
There was no blood plasma,
We all tried to give what
But all our men could spare
when the cane wine poured,
Paulist the moon sent Rambo to me,
and he tipped up my glass,
So poor Artur went down the drain,
in a yellow, with the cru cified God.
Staring at him from the opposite wall,
his last words he said to me
when the cane wine poured,
As the monkeys gathered round,
And he took the five glasses,
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