In an open bar facing the street,
Watching all the third world locals
Hurrying by in the tropical heat,
After a couple months at sea,
With money saved up to spend,
We will execute a sailors' liberty
Plan, until our inebriated end,
Which will hit, sometime
Around noon, and then deters,
Us, for a while, until the liberty
Plan recovers, and reoccurs...
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