| Under the sea, there’s a colony of bees
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| And a man called Fred who will shoot you dead
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| If you try to steal from his apiary sealed
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| With magic spells at the gate to hell
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| He’ll kill you in your sleep
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| If you so much as take a single peek
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| Set sail across the waves
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| Where we will stop no man can say
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| The alcohol stores are running low
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| So into the deep blue yonder go
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| Set sail across the waves
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| Where we will stop no man can say
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| We’ll end our quest by following the smell
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| That leads us to the Mead from Hell
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| He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds
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| That’ll get you high, assuming you don’t die
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| And you probably find that it makes you go blind
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| From the alcoholic proof (it's through the roof)
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| We seek the mead from hell
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| The endless search for the infernal hydromel
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| Set sail across the waves
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| Where we will stop no man can say
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| The alcohol stores are running low
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| So into the deep blue yonder go
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| Set sail across the waves
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| Where we will stop no man can say
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| We’ll end our quest by following the smell
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| That leads us to the Mead from Hell
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| We’ve found the mead from hell
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| The infernal hydromel
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| The booze is in our grasp
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| Now it’s time to kick your ass
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| Set sail across the waves
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| Where we will stop no man can say
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| The alcohol stores are running low
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| So into the deep blue yonder go
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| Set sail across the waves
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| Where we will stop no man can say
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| We’ll end our quest by following the smell
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| That leads us to the Mead from Hell
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| Set sail! |
| Set sail! |
| Set sail!
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| Set sail for the Mead from Hell |