Talk:Ocelomeh/@comment-37512039-20190424045546

Act One Do you get the itching to trek about the latitudes You do? Well likely you're a chip off Ole Sir Rugglesby Oh he was quite a sporting sort Behind his cup o'tea he'd snort I'll wager on the line ten thousand pounds and five I'm the only man who'll ever get to Hell and come back alive

Act Two So in the fall of forty-nine He skipped across the seven brine This time searching for a berth in naval history T'was never heard nor seen again Officially presumed as dead But the words he left behind still echo through my mind I'm the only man who'd ever get to Hell and come back alive

Intermission

Act Three ... then one night while tripping down the English coast The moon was whiter than a ghost almost When I heard a voice growl through a megaphone And there upon the midnight sea a signal lamp signalled me I could feel me blood run cold as the messaged did decode I'm the only man who's ever been to Hell and come back alive Well who else could it be but Good Ole Rugglesby He's the only man could ever get to Hell and come back alive Yes he's the only man who's ever gone and been to Hell and come back Hell and come back To Hell and come back alive Hell and come back Hell and come back To Hell and come back alive Hell and come back Oh, to Hell and come back To Hell and come back alive

(I’m out of things to shitpost)