Текст песни «//\ //\ - Alabamas Crew»

Her girls lay waiting night and day
To collect their share of prize money
There many a sailor saw his doom
When he entered Miss Eliza's room
She challanged him to a roll and lay
The pride of the floored and the soused navy
It was then they found to their dismay
One shot too many took the urge away
At the three buckle limit in '64
The Alabama rose no more.
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