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Chris Columbo
He knew the world was roundo; His beard hung to the groundo; That navigatin', calculatin' son of a gun Columbo!
In fourteen hundred ninety two,
a gob from old Ital-ee Was walkin' through the street of
Spain, a peddlin' hot tamale. He met the queen of Spain and said,
"Just give me ships and cargo And hang me up until I'm dead if
I don't bring back Chicago."
He knew the world was roundo; His beard hung to the groundo; That navigatin', calculatin" son of a gun Columbo!
"Hey, take your time," says Isabel,
"and don't forget essentials. Come with me to my boudoir,
I'll check up on your credentials." She gave her guest no time for rest,
the pace was something wicked. Why every hour on the clock,
she punched Columbo's ticket.
He knew the world was roundo; His beard hung to the groundo; That navigatin', calculatin' son of a gun Columbo!
For 40 nights and 40 days,
they sailed the broad Atlantic. Columbus and his lousy crew,
for want of gals was frantic. When they spied a tart upon the
shore, off went coats and collars. In 20 minutes by the clock,
she made ten thousand dollars!
He knew the world was roundo; His beard hung to the groundo; That navigatin', calculatin' son of a gun Columbo!
Then with happy shouts, they ran about and practiced conjugation
When they sailed they left behind, ten times the population!
He knew the world was roundo; His beard hung to the groundo; That navigatin', calculatin' son of a gun Columboooooo!
- Oscar Brand
Bawdy Songs and Backroom Ballads: Volume 2
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