Swinging high tide on a silvery moon
Dancing harbingers of impending doom
Lead a horse to water can't make it drink
Weighing anchor on a schooner of goon
Screaming tempest as we start to think this adventure is starting to stink
Dancing harbingers of impending doom
Singing as we sink on a schooner of goon
Twisting by the light in a southerly gale
Screeching sheets are shredding the sails
Dancing harbingers of impending doom
Howling in the wind on a schooner of goon