| There lies a tavern down Wisconsin Way | 
| Where you can get drunk any time of the day | 
| The landlord’s a bastard, the barmaid’s a whore | 
| But give them no shit or you’re straight out the door | 
| The Sunk’n Norwegian’s the name of this hole | 
| A nasty ol' tavern if ever I’ve known | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| One more drink before we have to die | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| One more drink before we have to die | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky | 
| Scoundrels and brigands and ne’er-do-wells | 
| And creatures dragged up from the black pits of hell | 
| You’ll find the relief in a tankard of ale | 
| So the Sunk’n Norwegian is where we will sail | 
| For barrels of whiskey or pints from the bar | 
| But if you don’t know | 
| Then you don’t go | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| One more drink before we have to die | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| One more drink before we have to die | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky | 
| Drink up my friends, as much as you can | 
| For tomorrow we sail to a faraway land | 
| We’ll party all night and get drunk off our heads | 
| Cause we can all rest when we are dead | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| One more drink before we have to die | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| One more drink before we have to die | 
| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian | 
| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky |