Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!Parts of some bawdy sea chanties we used to sing at Cal taught to me by WWII vets in my frat:”The cabin boy, the cabin boy,that plucky little nipper,he lined his ass with broken glass,and circumsized the skipper.There's friggin in the riggin'….”Or”In founteen hundred and ninety-twothere lived a dago in eye-tally,and every night by the pale moonlighthe jacked off in the ally.He knew the world was roundo,he know it could be foundo,that masturbatin' casteratin'sunuvabitch Columbo….”or”Twas on the good ship Venus,my God you should have seen us,the forehead was a whore in bed,And the mast an erected penis….”