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,
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 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 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.
- Clutch
