The Swerve

I’m a sailor
I ship with my buoys
Not my boys, my coy ship
No red lips but a fine sailing tip
She dips into the sea and we’re free
Don’t go knee deep, or I scream we flee-

I’m a sailor
I ship with my buoys
Not sailor mateys, my sailor mate she’s
a floating boat
No red lips: a red coat
mine’s yellow, we work so well yo
we good fellows, i bellow
don’t go below, or we go-

I’m a sailor
I ship with my buoys
Not my men, my main friend
Since when did we reach bay
My red bae, we found new seaway
No wait, we got shipwrecked I say-

I’m a sailor
I ship with my buoys
But now there are none, we’re destroyed
My red gal sank into, the blue view
It looks purple, and this island is brand new
I now mourn, boohoo-

I’m a sailor
But not without her
I’m not a sailor
I’m not a-
I’m not a-
I’m not a sailor
I’m not a-
I’m not a-
I’m not a sailor

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