The fog is rolling in
The tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye captain aye
The guests seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be underway on the bye and bye
Ahead one third!
Ahead two thirds!
Full ahead flank
And out from the belly of a whale came a prophet, amen
Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I believe there's a storm a-brewin'
Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh
Dutch men on the mizzen mast dance
Six harpies are singing to the lee
I believe she's going down
I believe we're gonna die, die, die
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
Oh sir, do not distress
The food is fine
Oh but I must confess I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink the devil, done for your rest
She's sunk full fathom five five five
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
Hey
Bones, bones, dry dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones
Bones, bones, dry dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones
Bones, bones, dry dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones
Bones, bones, dry dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones
Yeah yeah
