Sloop John B

 

Come on the sloop John B

My grandfather and me

Round Nassau town we did roam

Drinking all night, we got in a fight  
I feel so break-up, I want to go home

So hoist up the John B's sail

See how the mainsail sets

Call for the Captain a-shore, Let me go home,

Let me go home, I want to go home (yeah yeah)

Well I feel so break up, I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk
Break up the Cap'n's trunk
Constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone (yeah yeah)
Well I feel so break up I wanna go home
                

Chorus

The poor cook got the fits
And threw away all my grits
Then he took and ate up all of my corn
Let me go home, why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
                        

 Chorus