Oh boy! These high seas can be so cruel
When you're trying to find your own way
And girl, that man of war's a fool
I wouldn't follow him anywhere

Big, small, they all swim 'round their bowls
I don't care for their wishes
All striving to be better than
Those other fishes

Try before the storm
To dive, swim to shore
'Til you can't see that boat
Anymore

As the storm takes flight
Still no land in sight
Let the four winds blow
Let 'em go, let 'em blow, I know
'Til they're so far away

On board this ship of fools we go
I don't care for their wishes