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That night I rode in glorious style,
And other things besides,
And on her lily white stomach, Boys,
I had such lovely rides
But when I woke next morning, Boys,
My instrument was sore
As if I had been using it
On the keyhole in the door.
Chorus
The keyhole in the door,
My boys, the keyhole in the door
As if I had been using it
On the keyhole in the door.
Be warned by this, young sailormen
And listen unto me,
What I caught then, no fishermen
Have ever caught at sea
Beware the pox, the hidden rocks,
That lie in wait ashore,
It's safer far to bend your spar
In the keyhole in the door.
Chorus
The keyhole in the door,
My boys, the keyhole in the door
It's safer far to bend your spar
In the keyhole in the door.
ONE MORE TIME
The keyhole in the door,
My boys, the keyhole in the door
It's safer far to bend your spar
In the keyhole in the door.
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