Sir Bodsworth Rugglesby III

Act I Well do you get the itching to Trek about the latitudes? You do? Well, likely you're a chip off old Sir Rugglesby Oh, he was quite the sporting sort Behind his cup of 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." Act II Now in the fall of '49 He skipped across the seven brine This time looking for a berth in naval history "Twas never heard nor seen again Officially presumed as dead But the words he left behind Still echo 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. So off he went around the world... Intermission Act III 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 thereupon the midnight sea A signal lamp signaled me I could feel my blood run cold As the message did decode: "I'm the only man who'll ever get to hell and come back alive." Well who else could it be But good old Rugglesby? He's the only man who'd ever get to hell and come back alive. Yes he's the only man (he's the only one) Who's ever gone and been (who's been and gone) To hell and come back Hell and come To hell and come back alive. The End