Out with the old, in with the new
It will always be the same old song
But with a year coming in to view
There's a lot more that could go wrong
Counting blessings, reminiscing,
And memorizing Aud Lang Syne
It's time to do this farewell thing
In the fo'csle it's twenty-three fifty-nine ,
A single shot of Wild Turkey
For Bos'ns, Seaman, and Officers alike'
The countdown's beginning
The old, dusty CRT transmitting, alight
Loud and drunk, it could be worse
We'd rather be in the arms of those we love
With this job comes occasional curse
Screaming and slurring numbers to decks above
'Happy New Year' echoes through darkened paths
And a shot Captain Morgan with the first moment
The salt dogs and sailors, all downing my stash
But moments like these are always heaven sent
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