Nicky Highpockets

I’ve landed a job on the high ass seas
You betcha Bob and yessiree
Kind of the wind that happens to be me
Straddle a soap studded rudder, brother
Parting the waters for sons and daughters
To a riot of gold teeth which I bequeath
And many twisted vines
And photocopied throats
Are leaving with my boats
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From bombs to glaring red
Yessiree, you betcha Bob
That happens to be me