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 nye

Dutch men on the mizzen mast

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 Aquarious

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 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 Aquarious

Bring me more whisky and rye

Big news from the party boat



Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones

Come down to the locker of Davy Jones