Bit of crabbing at Wells Next the Sea. Bob Marley would be proud:
Ooh, yeah! All right!
We’re crabbin’:
I wanna crab it for you.
We’re crabbin”, crabbin’,
And I hope you like crabbin’, too.
Ain’t no rules, ain’t no vow, we can do it anyhow:
I’n’I will see you through,
‘Cos everyday we pay the price with a little sacrifice,
crabbin’ till the day is through.
We’re crabbin’ –
To think that crabbin’ was a thing of the past;
We’re crabbin”,
And I hope this day is gonna last.
And yes, I sat there on the quay singing that with no shame. The only shame came when we left and the boy shouted at the top of his voice, “hey Mr Rudey Pants, everyone can see your pants!!!”
Thanks mate.