Six years ago in a land I call home
I drank too much ale and I bet I could roam
To far away lands and be back in a year
With nothing on me but a bag and rapier
The first part was simple, a friend picked me up
We stopped on an island, he owed me a buck
Provided supplies and the path lay down bright
And the mood was so high until then came the night
So I'm waiting and waiting a ship hits the shore
Again it's just pirates or cutthroats and more
But I'm longing for home so I'm joining the scrubs
Let me tell you my friend
Naval hitchhiking sucks
Seven days later my courage was lost
Had desperately searched all my luggage's slots
For now I am wasted and willing to starve
And I am embracing the pitiful smart
The first part was simple now what a mistake
I'm trapped on an island no way to escape
Used all the supplies and no mast and no flag
Had appeared on the shore so I ate my own leg
So I'm waiting and waiting a ship hits the shore
Again it's just pirates or cutthroats and more
But I'm longing for home so I'm joining the scrubs
Let me tell you my friend
Naval hitchhiking sucks
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So I'm waiting and waiting a ship hits the shore
Again its just pirates or cutthroats and more
But I'm longing for home so I'm joining the scrubs
Let me tell you my friend
Naval hitchhiking sucks
So I'm waiting and waiting a ship hits the shore
Again it's just pirates or cutthroats and more
But I'm longing for home so I'm joining the scrubs
Let me tell you my friend
Let me tell you my friend
Naval hitchhiking sucks