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 one third)
Ahead two thirds (ahead two thirds)
Full ahead flank
And out from the belly of the whale came a prophet
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 man at the mizzenmast
Six harpies are singin' to the lee
I believe she's going down
I believe were 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

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