Lyrics:

Sir Bodsworth Rugglesby III
(John Woloschuk)

Act One
Do you get the itching to trek about the latitudes
You do?
Well likely you're a chip off Ole Sir Rugglesby
Oh he was quite a sporting sort
Behind his cup o'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 Two
So in the fall of forty-nine
He skipped across the seven brine
This time searching for a berth in naval history
T'was 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'd ever get to Hell and come back alive

Intermission

Act Three
... then one night while tripping down the English coast
The moon was whiter than a ghost almost
When I heard a voice growl through a megaphone
And there upon the midnight sea a signal lamp signalled me
I could feel me blood run cold as the messaged did decode
I'm the only man who's ever been to Hell and come back alive
Well who else could it be but Good Ole Rugglesby
He's the only man could ever get to Hell and come back alive
Yes he's the only man who's ever gone and been to
Hell and come back
Hell and come back
To Hell and come back alive
Hell and come back
Hell and come back
To Hell and come back alive
Hell and come back
Oh, to Hell and come back
To Hell and come back alive

The End