Wet Pants Song

WET PANTS SONG
"Wet Pants Club''
(by) Oscar Brand

 
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Wet Before, Wet Behind
We're the members of the Wet Pants Club

I was young, I was dry,
But to sail I would go,
One hour on the water
I was wet down below.
Though I tried, I couldn't hide
from my Mother’s piercing view
But all she would say
Was, "A big boy like you!”

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Many times I resolved
To return home dry,
I'd stand through the cruise
with my pants hitched high.
Then I'd feel those icy fingers
up and down my spine,
and the same old witchcraft
When the bilge meets mine.

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Once we sailed for the cup,
and we best England's pride.
We took off our clothes,
'Til the trousers were dry.
When our clothes were displayed
To the crowds curious stare,
They struck up the chorus
of the London-Derriere

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My last voyage out ,
Steady breeze, Quiet Day.
We drank to the absence,
Of the white cap and the spray.
As I opened the beer,
It fell from my hand;
And I stood there once again
With a cold, damp can.

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