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1492Back to Song Category List Page Song Lyrics:
A sailor from New Delhi (repeat) Was walking down the streets of Spain, (repeat) Selling hot tamales (repeat) Chorus: He said the world was roundo (repeat) He said it could be foundo (repeat) That hypothetical calculating son of a gun Colombo(repeat) He walked right up to the Queen of Spain (repeat) Asked for ships and cargo (repeat) He said I'll be a son of a gun if I don't bring back Chicago (repeat) Chorus The first mate, the first mate, (repeat) Yes he had a biggen (repeat) He wrapped it twice around the mast (repeat) And used the rest for rigg'n(repeat) Chorus The ships cook, the ships cook(repeat) Yes he was a cookin'(repeat) He slipped a rat into the pot(repeat) When no one else was lookin'(repeat) Chorus The second mate, the second mate(repeat) Yes he was a singin'(repeat) He hit the second highest note(repeat) And all our ears were ringin' (repeat) Chorus
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