"When I was a little lad
And so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
hat if I did not kiss the gals
Me lips would all grow moldy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!"
And so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
hat if I did not kiss the gals
Me lips would all grow moldy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!"
Albert's booming voice filled the air of the Host room as he lounged on the couch he usually performed his host-duties on, laying on it with his head on one arm rest, and his feet hanging off the other end easily. His foot bounced to the beat of the song. It was an old Sea Shanty he'd learned in his free-time.
"Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away Joe!"
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul away together,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away Joe!"
He stopped there as he yawned and closed his eyes a bit. "It'd sound so much better with like....fifty people singing along...." He said idly as he sat up and stood up fully, stretching out his long, strong body before heading over to the table where the Host Club normally kept its pastries and other goodies. He hummed to himself as he perused his options.