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Voltaire – To The Bottom Of The Sea lyrics
Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could took
He said "No storm is stoppin me"
He made fricassee of a sea anemone down at the bottom of the sea
I turned to my first officer and I said "What have ya got to say to me?"
Well he turned and said "I'm in over my head" down at the bottom of the sea
A sea kraken lurking under men looked up at their legs hungrily
She counted 8 so she thought she found a mate down at the bottom of the sea
They kicked and the fought but it was all for not
Cause she just wouldn't set 'em free
She had them caught in a tight sailor's knot down at the bottom of the sea
Some men cry to god when their number's up
Some cry for their moms
I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!
Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft
His story don't end happily
He drifted by with a fishgig in his eyes down at the bottom of the sea
Down at the bottom was treasure galore!
But guarding so greedily was an angry hoard of skeletons with swords!
Down at the bottom of the sea
Some men cry to god when their number's up
Some cry for their moms
I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!
He said "No storm is stoppin me"
He made fricassee of a sea anemone down at the bottom of the sea
I turned to my first officer and I said "What have ya got to say to me?"
Well he turned and said "I'm in over my head" down at the bottom of the sea
A sea kraken lurking under men looked up at their legs hungrily
She counted 8 so she thought she found a mate down at the bottom of the sea
They kicked and the fought but it was all for not
Cause she just wouldn't set 'em free
She had them caught in a tight sailor's knot down at the bottom of the sea
Some men cry to god when their number's up
Some cry for their moms
I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!
Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft
His story don't end happily
He drifted by with a fishgig in his eyes down at the bottom of the sea
Down at the bottom was treasure galore!
But guarding so greedily was an angry hoard of skeletons with swords!
Down at the bottom of the sea
Some men cry to god when their number's up
Some cry for their moms
I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!
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