A vicious storm just altered my plan
I turn the ship, we are bound for land
but in order to rest our feet safe in the sand
Me hearties on deck right now!
my ship is heading for a stormy shore
I've never sailed waters this hostile before
and I don't think the hull can take any more.
We gotta lose some weight somehow!
Throw chests of gold and all we earned
Too much will kill ya, that what we learned?
Grab swag and arms, throw it overboard
In Davy Jones' locker you won't need your sword
Ever since the first time I hoist the sail
I've thought the sea would be to my avail
But if this is to be the time I fail
I guess i won't see my life peak
Blame all the tales that we held as true
When we set sails for the old deep blue
But let's stop doing what we're doing and start doing what we do.
And hope we'll pull it to the creek.
So let us lose all we can afford
Don't drink that rum, throw the barrels overboard.
And toss them wenches in all the same
In davy jones' locker you won't need no dame.
So brace the bowlines and hoist the sail
Give all ye got and we will prevail
We're gonna put up a hell-spawned fight.
So Davy Jones' locker stays empty tonight