Sir Bodsworth Rugglesby III

Well do you get the itching to

Trek about the latitudes, you do?

Well likely you're a chip

Off old Sir Rugglesby

Well 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

Now in the fall of forty-nine

He skipped across the seven brine this time

Looking for a berth in naval history

T'was never heard nor seen again

Officially presumed as dead

But the words he left behind

Still echoed through my mind

I'm the only man who'll ever get to

Hell and come back alive

He's the only man who'd ever get to

Hell and come back alive

then one night

While tripping down the English coast

The moon was whiter than a ghost, almost

When I heard a voice yell through a megaphone

And there upon the midnight sea

A signal lamp signaled me

I could feel me blood run cold

As the message 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 old Rugglesby?

He's the only man could ever get to

Hell and come back alive

Yes he's the only man who's

(He's the only one)

Ever gone and been to

(Who's been and gone)

To hell and come back

Hell and come back

Hell and come back alive