A/N: [Note: words and letters in parenthesis "( )" denote differences in the first year of the series ]
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful ship
That started from this tropic island,
and a stranded ship
The skipper was looking for love
But he needed to lose some weight
And if he didn't get some Jenny Craig
He would never date
He would never date. [sound of thunder: crack! ]
He walked down to the beach one day
feeling quite depressed
But then he was quite surprised when he felt
A tentacle on his breast
A tentacle on his breast
The Skipper was struck with lust
And tried out many positions
Like missionary, and reverse cowgirl,
Doggie style and butterfly
Spooning style, face to face and reverse cowgirl
Here on the Skipper's isle!
So this is the tale of a true romance,
That will last a long, long time
They can eat coconuts together
and nothing else really rhymes
The giant Squid, and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
To make each other comfortable,
In their tropic island nest.
No dildos! No lube! No leather whips!
Not a single luxury,
Even though the sex is good, it's primitive as can be.
But it does not matter my friends,
Because they are in love,
The Giant Squid wouldn't want it any other way
Here on "The Skipper's Isle."