Under the sea, there‘s a colony of bees
And a man named Fred who will shoot you dead
If you try to steal from his apiary sealed
With magic spells at the gate to [bad word] 
He‘ll kill you in your sleep
If you so much as take a single peek

Set sail across the waves
Where we will stop no man can say
The alcohol stores [bad word] low
So into the deep blue yonder go
Set sail across the waves
Where we will stop no man can say
We‘ll end our quest by following the smell
That leads us to the Mead from [bad word] 
He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds
That‘ll get you high, assuming you don‘t die
And you probably find that it makes you go blind
From the alcoholic proof (it‘s through the roof )
We seek the mead from [bad word] The endless search for the infernal hydromel

Set sail across the waves
Where we will stop no man can say
The alcohol stores [bad word] low
So into the deep blue yonder go
Set sail across the waves
Where we will stop no man can say
We‘ll end our quest by following the smell
That leads us to the Mead from [bad word] 
We‘ve found the mead from [bad word] The infernal hydromel
The booze is in our grasp
Now it‘s time to kick your [bad word] 
Set sail! Set sail! Set sail!
Set sail for the Mead from [bad word]