Lyrics

The Dutchman

Come gather round & I’ll tell ya a tale
‘Bout a hearty good feast ye may not be aware
Ye’ll find ye the treasure at the sign of crossed palms
‘Tis a thing that’s so special that I made up this song

There’s a legend of ghosts that sail the high seas
Though the name is the same it means nothing you see
For some it might scare ya for some it will please
For all it’s about just the meat & the cheese
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Raise your hand when your flying Dutchman is called
In your hands, ‘tis a mess, in your mouth it belongs
There’s nothing that quite satisfies
Like a rare Flying Dutchman & fries

There be secret delicacies not on the list
But you’re sure to enjoy ‘em if you only insist
There’s more on the menu than what meets the eye
Right down to the way your potatoes are fried
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Raise your hand when your flying Dutchman is called
In your hands, ‘tis a mess, in your mouth it belongs
There’s nothing that quite satisfies
Like a rare Flying Dutchman & fries
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Like a four-by-four Dutchman with fries