The Sloop John B.- The Beach Boys


We come on the Sloop John B.,
My grandfather and me,
'round Nassau town we did roam.
Drinkin' all night,
Got into a fight,
I fell so broke up,
I wanna go home.

So hoist up the John B's sails,
See how the Mainsail sets,
Call for the captain ashore,
Let me go home.
Let me go home.
I wanna go home, yeah yeah,
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

First mate he got drunk,
Broke in the captain's trunk,
Constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone,
Why don't you leave me alone? Yeah, yeah
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

So hoist up the John B's sails,
See how the Mainsail sets,
Call for the captain ashore,
Let me go home.
Let me go home.
I wanna go home,
Let me go home.
Why don't you let me go home, Let me go home,
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

Poor cook he caught the fits,
And threw away all my grits,
Then he took and he ate up all of my corn,
I wanna go home,
Why don't they let me go home? Yeah, yeah.
This is the worst trip I ever been on.

So hoist up the John B,
So hoist up the John B,
See how the Mainsail sets,
See how the Mainsail sets,
Call for the captain ashore,
Let me go home.
Let me go home.
I wanna go home,
Let me go home.
Why don't you let me go home, Let me go home,
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.



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