This is a story
‘Bout Chief Boatswain’s Mate
He gets up every morning
And he shaves off his face;
He looks in the mirror
And he puts on a scowl,
And all through the ship
You can hear him howl:
Goll Dern-it!
Yes, this is a story
‘Bout Old Chief Boats
He’ll holler and cuss
At anything that floats;
Meanest man on earth,
At least that’s what I’m told,
He lives off coffee
And R.J. Gold.
Tabacci, that is;
In the stay-fresh pouch.
And then one day the ship
Was getting underway,
The Captain said ‘Chief Boats,
Got to paint her right away!’
He wondered what color
Would look best everywhere,
So he painted the ship
The color of his hair.
Gray.
Haze Gray.
Down to the waterline.
(USS Preble DLG-15/DDG-46)

Then one day the ship pulled in
For a little R&R,
I saw everyone but Chief Boats
At that sleazy bar;
Chief Boats stayed back on the ship
To keep things squared-away;
And making preparations
For getting underway.
To the I.O.
North Arabian Sea.
Ras al Haad.
(Ras al Haad)

Now the cruise is over
And Chief Boats is going home,
Back to the girl
That he left alone.
He wrapped his arms around her
And asked her to wed,
She looked at him
And this is what she said:
Goll Dern-it!
What are you waiting for?
Paint those walls!
Fix that fence!
Chop that wood!
Mend that roof!
Clean the barn!
Goooooooooooll Dern-it!