Sung to the tune of the Theme from Gilligan's Island
Just sit right back, and you'll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from a 'Tonka port
Aboard two chartered ships
The organizer was a cornerback
He brought hookers and booze
A football team set sail that day
On a randy sex cruise, a randy sex cruise
The strippers started getting rough
Some got their salad tossed
The defensive line all got hummers that day
At a low low cost, at a low low cost
Afterwards some Vikings pissed on some old lady's lawn
With Fredie Smoot, and Daunte too,
A bunch of millionaires (but not their wives)
Football stars, their posse and some hookers
Here on Freddie Smoot's dime.
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