Here comes Martha runnin' down the pier. Looks like Captain Flint is here. You get the bow and I get the stern. Lord would you look at that Laverne. Old Flint's got shrimp from the deep blue sea.
And that old time feelin' goes sneakin' down the hall. Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall. And that old time feelin' comes stumblin' up the street.