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', a nine crows at nine o'clock nigh Dutch man at the mizzenmast six harpies are singin' 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 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
