jimi
Well-known member
yippee the Cherbourg Forum\'s appeared
felt I had to repost the anthem!
Oh! The Scuttlebutt Mob is a-rollin' on over the seas,
With the sails a flappin' and the helmsman a slappin' the crew.
Beautiful sky! A wonderful day!
Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
Oh! The Scuttlebutt Mob is a-headin' on over the waves,
where the mobo wakes are thicker than teenage raves.
Dangerous land! No time to delay!
So, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
We're headin' straight for Cherbourg, loaded down, with a fancy cargo,
Care of Bavaria, Najad & Beneteau!
Oh! The Scuttlebutt Mob is a-comin' on over the crest,
Like a homing pigeon that's a-hankerin' after its nest.
sixty-three miles we've covered today.
So, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
The Scuttlebutt Mob is a -travelling fancy and free,
and the frightened crew in the shade of the claysie's bikini,
Lift up their heads to see.
Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
There's a crew so old just a-waiting for a pension to bring.
When they cash it, going to sit in a hammock and swing,
twiddling my thumbs and rockin' away.
Tum tiddley-um, Tum tiddley-um, Tum tiddley-ay.
The helms go turnin' round, homeward bound,
Can't you hear 'em humming,
Happy times are coming for to stay - hey!
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon,
And our hearts are thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunking a tune.
When I get home, I'm fixing to stay.
So, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
Tum tiddley-um, Tum tiddley-um, Tum tiddley-ay.
Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
Here they be, here they be. How's about a welcome?
A peaceful sort of welcome for the gang - Bang!
The Scuttlebutt Mob is a-finally home again.
Well excuse my stammer, if it ain't Calamity Julie.
Hi-ya Calam... - What you bring us today?
New rubber boots, Ten euro suits, things to crochet.
Beads that sparkle like a prism, snake oil for your rheumatism,
Calico and gingham for the girls.
Gumdrops made in Contenin, Gumdrops just a trifle soggy,
And a genuine string of artificial pearls.
Here's a hat from a coutourier, same as a deid sheep
wore in every famous concert hall.
Cast your eye on Stugeron Steve's patent-pending hair restorer,
guaranteed to grow hair on a billiard ball.
Introducin' Kim Hollambee,
just as busy as a fizzy sarsparilla.
He's a showman and he's smarter,
operates the little forum,
where the cream of Scuttlebutt come to whine.
And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine.
IanGrant is an utter nutter,
I've been told he rams ferries without a stutter.
From London, Twister buster,
Occasionally writes for IPC
Particularly back in 1960
And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine.
Hi Tome, say where d'you get them fancy clothes?
I know! Off some fellow's laundry line.
Hi Beau. Well aren't you the Prairie Rose,
Smelling like a watermelon vine.
Here's a man the Sheriff watches.
On his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches.
On the draw there's no-one faster
and you're flirting with disaster
when Robin's reputation you malign.
But I'm glad to say he's a very good friend, of a friend of mine.
Oh! The Scuttlebutt Mob is entitled to rest today.
In the virtual pub the folks are chipper and gay.
Feet on the bar and raring to go,
Set 'em up Jean, Set 'em up Jean, Set 'em up Jean.
Drinks on the house, Drinks on the house, Set 'em up Jean
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felt I had to repost the anthem!
Oh! The Scuttlebutt Mob is a-rollin' on over the seas,
With the sails a flappin' and the helmsman a slappin' the crew.
Beautiful sky! A wonderful day!
Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
Oh! The Scuttlebutt Mob is a-headin' on over the waves,
where the mobo wakes are thicker than teenage raves.
Dangerous land! No time to delay!
So, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
We're headin' straight for Cherbourg, loaded down, with a fancy cargo,
Care of Bavaria, Najad & Beneteau!
Oh! The Scuttlebutt Mob is a-comin' on over the crest,
Like a homing pigeon that's a-hankerin' after its nest.
sixty-three miles we've covered today.
So, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
The Scuttlebutt Mob is a -travelling fancy and free,
and the frightened crew in the shade of the claysie's bikini,
Lift up their heads to see.
Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
There's a crew so old just a-waiting for a pension to bring.
When they cash it, going to sit in a hammock and swing,
twiddling my thumbs and rockin' away.
Tum tiddley-um, Tum tiddley-um, Tum tiddley-ay.
The helms go turnin' round, homeward bound,
Can't you hear 'em humming,
Happy times are coming for to stay - hey!
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon,
And our hearts are thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunking a tune.
When I get home, I'm fixing to stay.
So, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
Tum tiddley-um, Tum tiddley-um, Tum tiddley-ay.
Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!
Here they be, here they be. How's about a welcome?
A peaceful sort of welcome for the gang - Bang!
The Scuttlebutt Mob is a-finally home again.
Well excuse my stammer, if it ain't Calamity Julie.
Hi-ya Calam... - What you bring us today?
New rubber boots, Ten euro suits, things to crochet.
Beads that sparkle like a prism, snake oil for your rheumatism,
Calico and gingham for the girls.
Gumdrops made in Contenin, Gumdrops just a trifle soggy,
And a genuine string of artificial pearls.
Here's a hat from a coutourier, same as a deid sheep
wore in every famous concert hall.
Cast your eye on Stugeron Steve's patent-pending hair restorer,
guaranteed to grow hair on a billiard ball.
Introducin' Kim Hollambee,
just as busy as a fizzy sarsparilla.
He's a showman and he's smarter,
operates the little forum,
where the cream of Scuttlebutt come to whine.
And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine.
IanGrant is an utter nutter,
I've been told he rams ferries without a stutter.
From London, Twister buster,
Occasionally writes for IPC
Particularly back in 1960
And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine.
Hi Tome, say where d'you get them fancy clothes?
I know! Off some fellow's laundry line.
Hi Beau. Well aren't you the Prairie Rose,
Smelling like a watermelon vine.
Here's a man the Sheriff watches.
On his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches.
On the draw there's no-one faster
and you're flirting with disaster
when Robin's reputation you malign.
But I'm glad to say he's a very good friend, of a friend of mine.
Oh! The Scuttlebutt Mob is entitled to rest today.
In the virtual pub the folks are chipper and gay.
Feet on the bar and raring to go,
Set 'em up Jean, Set 'em up Jean, Set 'em up Jean.
Drinks on the house, Drinks on the house, Set 'em up Jean
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