(Corrected Version) 
TO THE TUNE OF "B3I MIR BIST DU SCHON” 
I 
Oh please Mr. King, 
Most merciful King 
Sad days are upon us don't you see 
Oh please Ur. King 
Your praises we'll sing 
Y/e promise good pollywogs to be. 
And we sing mercy, mercy, please don't lower the boom 
Cause if you do it will only mean our doom 
.Ye've tried to explain 
Your praises we'll exclaim 
But sad days are upon us don’t you see. 
II (Dr. Schlack) 
My name is Doc Sch-lack 
I'm nothing but a quack 
I delight in torture thru the live-long day. 
I do experiments 
On shellback adherents 
I'm just a bum at heart is 
I'm just a rnarnby, pamby, never 
what i say 
miss first boat 
Sometimes forget to bathe, 
and smell just like 
a goat 
I'm just a pollywog 
You’ve got me all agog 
Ily fate is in your hands so hear my plea. 
Ill (Captain Gerard) 
I ' n not what I se em 
I'm just a poor marine 
Ily day has come so listen to my song. 
I browbeat ny men 
Again and again 
Lounge lizard that I am, I know I'm wrong 
I will say Allah, Allah, 
for I’n just a worm 
And when the pressure's on, 
I know that I will squirm 
Kind King 
For i'll 
Being 
hear my pleas 
weak in the knees 
a marine is bad enough. 
OVER 
