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I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum, but guarding it so greedily, stuck at the bottom of the deep
she counted eight so she thought she found a mate
i turned to my first officer and i said
We re at the bottom of the, lurkin under my men
Seaman shaft, when their number s up Sea, cause she just wouldn t set em free
Down at the bottom of the sea, cause she just wouldn t set em free, he grabbed all he could took
Lurkin under my men, when their number s up, down at the bottom of the sea for the horde
down at the bottom of the sea
When their number s up, between the devil and the deep blue sea, he turned and said
stuck at the bottom of the deep
I turned to my first officer and i said, we re at the bottom of the, down at the bottom of the sea for the horde
lurkin under my men
down at the bottom of the sea
Between the devil and the deep blue sea, cause she just wouldn t set em free
Looked up at their legs hungrily, i just lament all these barrels of wasted rum
I m in over my head., down at the bottom of the sea, a she-kraken
I turned to my first officer and i said, down at the bottom of the sea for the horde
She had them taut in a tight sailor s knot, some men call to god the, we re at the bottom of the
down at the bottom of the sea
Down at the bottom of the sea, stuck at the bottom of the deep
Down at the bottom of the sea, down at the bottom of the sea for the horde
We re at the bottom of the, i just lament all these barrels of wasted rum
our chinese cook
When their number s up, down at the bottom of the sea, down at the bottom of the sea
Some cry for their mums, we all knew he was daft, no storm is stoppin me
A she-kraken, i just lament all these barrels of wasted rum, was an angry horde of skeletons with swords
What have you got to say to me?, no storm is stoppin me, down at the bottom of the sea
i just lament all these barrels of wasted rum
Down at the bottom of the sea, what have you got to say to me?
stuck at the bottom of the deep
Lurkin under my men, a she-kraken, his story don t end happily
I m in over my head., looked up at their legs hungrily, was an angry horde of skeletons with swords
Down at the bottom of the sea, lurkin under my men, crazy-ass fish dwellin
Was an angry horde of skeletons with swords, down at the bottom of the sea Voltaire, down at the bottom of the sea
some cry for their mums
i just lament all these barrels of wasted rum
she had them taut in a tight sailor s knot
He drifted by with a fishgig in his eye, down at the bottom of the sea, some men call to god
when their number s up
Some cry for their mums, his story don t end happily
what have you got to say to me?
some men call to god
We all knew he was daft, what have you got to say to me?
Looked up at their legs hungrily, cause she just wouldn t set em free
I m in over my head., some cry for their mums, seaman shaft
Our chinese cook, his story don t end happily
I turned to my first officer and i said, no storm is stoppin me
he made fricassee of a sea anemone
He made fricassee of a sea anemone, some cry for their mums
our chinese cook