Voyage Of Ole Chris Lyrics

VOYAGE OF OLE CHRIS
(Hank Mills)
« © '66 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI »

Back in 1490 I was at 92
Christopher Columbus told the people what he'd do
Said I'll prove to you my theory though you scarped me and frowned
That this hunk of land you're standing on is in fact round.

Well dog my kitty cat she was a stubborn fellow
He pushed till he got to see Queen Isabella
I need some boats you better let me have three
The Nina and the Pinta and the Santa Marie

Row your boat row your boat
Hey there sailor oh no you don't
You better get in cause your making me soar
If you don't row the boat then will never get to shore

Well a storm started brewing in the middle of the drift But like Big Bad John he didn't take a lot a lip
He kept all the sailors from committin' mutiny
By telling them their names would go down in history

Well a skinny little fellow whos eyes were the best
Shimmied up the pole and chased the crow from his nest
He started shoutin' when a duck flew in his hand
Were runnin' out of water this must be the land

When ole Chris found America he was a happy man
He thought he was the first to walk upon the land
But a spoiled little sailor who was high on Fannies beer
Had painted signs everywhere Kilroy Was Here

Row your boat row your boat...
Row your boat row your boat...
Row your boat row your boat...

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