Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Kevin Blackmore

Lyrics

Oh what do you say when you’re out the bay and your pots for cookin’ and fryin’ in!
Well you packed ’em away now it’s the end of the day and no sir you can’t find them
Oh you looks in the cuddy and you asks your buddy and still there ain’t no sign of ’em
Which means, of course, that they’re back on the wharf
Well you starts with riddley-dyin

Chorus:
Cursed screeching merciful bald headed sufferin’ mother of Moses
Oh the rancing riddley, dancing diddley, ogis, blogis, mogis
Oh the rotten roarin’ reelin’ and the bloated blighted bleedin’
And the wife over there saying, “Mind yer mout’ now!”

Spoken: No, you wouldn’t know..

If that wasn’t enough, when you goes for your grub cause you knows you had the grub bag
You looks in the boat, gets after the skoat, cause the young feller he mighta eat dat
You stubs yer toe, that makes ya blow , when you’re searching in the water to find it
As you looks all around there’s none to be found, what’s coming in to your mind is

Chorus:
Oh the cursed screeching merciful bald headed sufferin’ mother of Moses
Oh the rancing riddley, dancing diddley, ogis, blogis, mogis
Oh the rotten roarin’ reevin’ and the bloated blighted’ bleedin’
And the wife over there saying, “Mind yer mout’ now!”

Spoken: I don’t know what I got that along for.

There’s something queer when you goes for a beer and they ain’t where you left them
You goes up to the brook to have a look, dreaming of a nice cold wet one
Well the bottles are gone, something is wrong, and you hops on a stump to get closer
To the maker above, you starts shouting stuff, cause it can’t get worse or no sir.

Chorus:
Oh the cursed screeching merciful bald headed sufferin’ mother of Moses
Oh the rancing riddley, dancing diddley, ogis, blogis, mogis
Oh the rotten roarin’ reevin’ and the bloated blighted bleedin’
And the wife over there saying, “Mind yer mout’ now!”

Spoken: That’s it!

You made up yer mind, you’re leaving her behind and the young feller’s best off with her
Storming down from the woods, you’re leaving here for good, yes no one left here faster
But something catches yer nose and over you goes and the wife asks where was you gone to?
She got the grub and the beer all cooked and prepared, right nice she says, “I loves ya!”

Chorus:
Oh the cursed screeching merciful bald headed sufferin’ mother of Moses
Oh the rancing riddley, dancing diddley, ogis, blogis, mogis
Oh the rotten roarin’ reevin’ and the bloated blighted bleedin’
And the wife over there soaking up me praise

Spoken: Now that’s what he got her along fer, see?