Song Lyrics:
TRADE WINDS
From the Valley of Dry Bones
a crew with motley skin tones
came a-sailing into view
The trade winds blow
Don Benito
The trade winds blow
Cap'n Cereno
Too bad you had to die
Too bad you had to go
A man with a Spanish tongue
By his side maybe a cutlass hung
and perhaps a pistol too
The trade etc
From etc
The trade etc
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO
The colours of which
his feathers are made
put the hen birds
in the shade
as through the mud
they all go wade
Cock-a-doodle-doo
see him strut
around the chicks
beside the hut
Cock- etc
He's got himself a harem
He's got a seraglio
Lets them gobble the corn
before he has a go
Don't they just love him
Doesn't he love them so
Cock- etc etc
The colours etc
Cock- etc etc
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