| Sail on the horizons gotta landfall rendezvous
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| Captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight &true
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| As he trims the sheets, he sings a song
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| He learned on boats and bars
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| Sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars
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| He’s traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes
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| He’s logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain
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| But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land
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| He’ll tell some lies, meet some spies
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| And dance barefoot in the sand
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| The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
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| Caye con les, no work today, let’s shell the ol' log book
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| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
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| The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun.
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| There’s a party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers
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| Faces in the shadows, God, I haven’t seen for years
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| A mast &shroud fill with lights
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| 'Neath the waning of the moon
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| They’re an airy celebration in the realm of King Neptune.
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| The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
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| Caye con les, no work today, let’s shell the ol' log book
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| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
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| The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun.
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| Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
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| The North Pole is ocean’s remote frozen balcony
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| The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play
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| 'Cause nothing really matters, after all it’s Christmas day
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| The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook.
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| Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book
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| The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
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| A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
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| A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
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| Havin' fun… havin' fun… havin' fun |