Beach Boys The Sloop John B.
We come on the sloop John B.
My grandfather and me.
Round Nassau town we did roam.
Drinkin' all night
got into a fight
Well I feel so broke-up
I want to go home.
So
hoist up the John B. sails
see how the main sail sets
call for the captain ashore
let me go home!
Let me go home!
Let me go home!
I feel so broke up
I want to go home!
The first mate he got drunk
Break in the captains bunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John's gone
why don't you leave me alone
Well I feel so break up
I want to go home!
So
hoist up the John B. sails
see how the mains'sail set
Call for the captain ashore
let me go home!
Let me go home!
Let me go home!
I feel so break up
I want to go home!
The poor cook he caught the fits
Threw 'way all the grits
Then he took and eat up all of my corn
Let me go home
why don't they let me go home!
This is the worst trip I've ever been on!
So
hoist up the John B. sails ...
