Chart a course, edge of the earth
short day’s sail has been the tale [bad word] crew is well its worth
Through lighting, thunder, rain, and hail
Blackened sails catch salty breeze
storm is not what worries me
tortured mind depicts in sleep
What demons lie beyond the deep

Well bottoms up and drink em’ down
Everybody spin around!
Swig a mug [bad word] and shoot your gun
And dance until you hit the ground
It sounds like fun so count me in
I’ll take [bad word] cause I can’t stand gin
All friends or foes, whoever you be
Forget your worries and drink to the sea!

Storms are brewing off the shore
Where sailors’ bones lie evermore
Hung up, [bad word] up by a rope
brigand’s deeds forever soaked
In blood and tar in [bad word] cage
dangling end to a pirate’s days
Never fear, the end is nigh
For you are you and I are I!

Well bottoms up and drink em’ down
Everybody spin around!
Swig a mug [bad word] and shoot your gun
And dance until you hit the ground
It sounds like fun so count me in
I’ll take [bad word] cause I can’t stand gin
All friends or foes, whoever you be
Forget your worries and drink to the sea!