[ I should explain for our younger readers and for non-Brits that this is a skit on a song that was sung about 50 years ago by a Scottish popular singer]:
SNODDERS WHERE'S YOUR CREW GONE?
To the tune of Donald Where's Your Trousers?
With Gusto, preferrably at the Yacht Club bar.
I am sailing down to the Isles of Azore
My mind is tired and my body sore
And the seagulls point and then say "Core!
Snodders, where's your crew gone?"
Chorus to be sung after each verse
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
O'er the steep seas Lex will go
All the seagulls say "Hello!
Snodders, where's your crew gone?"
She's not big and I'm not brave
And we both turn pale at the size of a wave
"Pray to the Lord and hope he'll save!"
"Heavens, where's my crew gone?"
She's not big and she's not fast
She's a junk rig boat and got a spare mast
Our object is to finish last
"Goodness, where's my crew gone?"
She's a chinese lug but not a lugger
Short and stout but a brave little b*gger
Cups of tea, or sometimes a mugga
"Oops, where have my crew gone?"
I spend as long as I can in my bunk
Is it R and R or just plain funk?
In this fight it's Lex has the spunk
"Oh dear, where's my crew gone?"
Last verse Sadly
"Ask around and take a freind"
"A chum on board to make and mend"
But what do you do when you haven't a friend?
Do it SINGLEHANDED!
Last chorus more Gusto