[Verse 1]
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
[Bridge]
Ahead one third! (Ahead one third)
Ahead two thirds! (Ahead two thirds)
Full ahead, flank
And out from the belly of a whale came a prophet, amen!
[Verse 2]
Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I believe there's a storm a-brewing, nine crows at nine o'clock nigh
Dutchman on the mizzen mast
Six harpies are singing to the lee (Aye!)
I believe she's going down
I believe we're gonna die, die, die
[Chorus]
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me, oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whisky and rye
[Post-Chorus]
Big news from the party boat
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me, oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whisky and rye
[Post-Chorus]
Big news from the party boat
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro] (Reversed)
Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones
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