Teach this song to everyone you know (little kids love it)

Its yelled out like a drill sargent

Have everyone repeat after you

Columbo

In fourteen hundred and ninety-two,

A sailor from New Delhi

Went around the streets of Spain,

Sellin’ hot tamales.

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He said the world was round-O!

He said it could be found-O!

That hypothetical, calculatin’, son-of-a-gun Columbo!

He marched right up to the Queen of Spain

And asked for ships and cargo.

He said, “I’ll be a son-of-a-gun

If I don’t bring back Chicago”

Chorus

The first mate, the first mate,

Yes, his rope was a big one.

He rapped it twice around the mast

And used the rest for riggin’.

Chorus

The second mate, the second mate,

Yes, his rope was shorter.

He couldn’t rap it ‘round the mast,

So he got another.

Chorus

The ship’s cook, the ship’s cook,

Yes it was good eatin’.

He slipped a rat into the soup,

When no one else was lookin’.

Chorus

The crew was thinkin’ of turnin’ back.

When America shouted, “Land Ho!”

“I guess I’m not a son-of-a-gun,”

Said the son-of-a-gun Columbo.

Chorus