Suggested by Scott Darrington of Dillon, MT Troop 265
In fourteen hundred and ninety two, (repeat)
A sailor from New Delhi (repeat)
Was walking down the streets of Spain, (repeat)
Selling hot tamales (repeat)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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