Lyrics

[Verse 1] The Captain stormed into the wardroom And he threatened to lower the boom: I don't mind the guests in the movies But who laid that broad in my room? [Verse 2] The officers eat in the wardroom The Captain won't eat with the mob Oh, it's not that he eats any better He don't want us to know he's a slob [Verse 3] Oh, here's to the ladies of Newport And here's to the docks that they roam And here's to their dirty faced children God bless'em, they may be our own [Verse 4] And here's to the maidens of Brooklyn Who stand at the navy yard rail Now, they may not be Hollywood starlets But they gave us our first piece of tail [Verse 5] Oh, honor the men of the Leyte For bravery outside the line Creating historical precedent They buggered a small porcupine [Verse 6] And here's to the gallant Missouri Whose complement loves to have fun They bugger the stacks and the portholes And even a sixteen-inch gun [Verse 7] Oh, the crewmen all sleep in their hammocks The Captain, he sleeps in his bed It's not that he sleeps any better But he's twenty feet nearer the head