We shall be underway on the by and by
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
I believe she's going down, I believe we're gonna die die die
Bring me more whiskey and rye
Bring me more whiskey and rye
Oh, but I must confess, I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Big news from the party boat
Go shoot the moon, the sun, the Great Divide

Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Drink and the devil had done for the rest, she's sunk full fathom, five five five
Dutch man at the mizzenmast six harpies are singin' to the Lee
Big news from the party boat

Full ahead flank and out from the belly

The guests seem more than pleased, how is the wine?
I believe there's a storm a' brewin', a nine crows at nine o'clock nigh
Of the whale came a prophet, Amen
Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine

Ahead one third, ahead two thirds

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays, me, oh my
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays, me, oh my

Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius