To The Bottom Of The Sea
Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could tookHe said, "No storm is stoppin' me!"He made fricassee of a sea anemoneDown at the bottom of the sea
I turned to my first officer and I said,"What have you got to say to me?"Well, he turned and said, "I'm in over my head."Down at the bottom of the sea
A She-Kraken, lurkin' under my menLooked up at their legs hungrilyShe counted eight so she thought she found a mateDown at the bottom of the sea
They kicked and they fought but it was all for naught'Cause she just wouldn't set 'em freeShe had them taut in a tight sailor's knotDown at the bottom of the sea
Some men call to GodWhen their number's upSome cry for their mumsI just lament all these barrels of wasted rum
Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daftHis story don't end happilyHe drifted by with a fishgig in his eyeDown at the bottom of the sea
Down at the bottom was treasure galore,But guarding it so greedilyWas an angry horde of skeletons with swordsDown at the bottom of the sea (for the Horde!)
Some men call to GodWhen their number's upSome cry for their mumsI just lament all these barrels of wasted rum
Down to the bottom of the—We're at the bottom of the—Stuck at the bottom of the deep, dark, crazy-ass fish dwellin'Between the devil and the deep blue sea!