'Twas on the good ship venus,
by christ you should have seen us
the figurehead, was a whore in bed
the mast was a rampant penis

(Chorus)
Friggin in the riggin, friggin in the riggin
friggin in the riggin, 'cos there's fuck all else to do

The captain of this lugger,
he was a dirty bugger
he wasn't fit, to shovel shit
from one place to another

The first mates name was morgan,
he was a sexual gorgan
ten times a day, sweet tunes he'd play
upon his sexual organ

The second mate was walter,
at love he'd never falter
the bloody stiff, had given syph
to all the girls in Malta

The third mate was mcGuire,
he really was a trier
when on shore, he had a whore
on board he pulled his wire

The bosun was some use to us,
he dipped his dick in phosphorus
through the night, it kept alight
to guide us through the bosphorus

The captains wife was mabel,
to fuck she wasn't able
the dirty shit, spilled out her tits
across the kitchen table

the skipper had a daughter,
who fell in deep seawater
delighted squeals, revealed that eels
had found her sexual quarter

The bakers name was farts,
he had tremendous parts
he made a speciality
of putting cream in tarts

The cabin boy was nipper,
he was a fucking gyppo
he stuffed his ass, with broken glass
and circumsized the skipper

The ship's dogs name was rover,
on board he was in clover
they ground and ground, that faithful hound
from singapore to dover

On the china station,
we caused a great sensation
we sank a junk, in seas of spunk
through mutual masturbation

And now I end this serial,
through want of more material
the ship and crew, and captain too
are in hospital venerial.

Friggin' in the Riggin'