"Friggin' In The Riggin'" lyrics - THE SEX PISTOLS

It was on the good ship Venus By Christ, ya shoulda seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast, a mammoth penis
The captain of this lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The first mate's name was Morgan By Christ, he was a gorgon
Tem times a day sweet tunes he'd play
On his fucking organ
The first mate's name was Cooper By Christ, he was a trooper
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The second mate was Andy By Christ, he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the brandy
The cabin boy was Flipper
He was a fucking nigger
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
Friggin' in the riggin'...
The Captain's wife was Mabel
To fuck she was not able
So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
Across the whole table
The Captain had a daughter
Who fell in deep sea water
And by her squeals we knew the eels
Had found her sexual quarters
Friggin' in the riggin'...