(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)

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 by and by.

Ahead one third

Ahead two thirds

Full ahead flank

And out from the belly of the 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 man at the mizzen mast,

Six harpies are singin' to the lee,

I believe she's going down,

I believe were gonna die die die!

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays,

Me, oh my,

Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius,

Bring me more whiskey 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 and the devil had done for the 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 whiskey and rye.

Big news from the party boat

Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones,

Come down to the locker of Davy Jones