| The fog is rolling in,
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| The tide is high.
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| Diane’s as fat can be,
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| Aye, Captain, aye.
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| The guests seem more than pleased,
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| How is the wine?
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| We shall be underway
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| On the by and by.
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| Ahead one third
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| Ahead two thirds
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| Full ahead flank
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| And out from the belly of the whale came a prophet
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| Amen.
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| Go shoot the moon, the sun,
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| The Great Divide.
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| I believe there’s a storm a' brewin',
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| Nine crows at nine o’clock nigh.
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| Dutch man at the mizzenmast,
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| Six harpies are singin' to the lee,
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| I believe she’s going down,
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| I believe were gonna die die die!
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| Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays,
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| Me, oh my,
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| Howdy Doody’s past the house of Aquarius,
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| Bring me more whiskey and rye.
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| Big news from the party boat
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| Oh sir, do not distress
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| The food is fine.
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| Oh, but i must confess
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| I do find the wine a wee bit dry.
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| Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest,
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| Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye.
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| Drink and the devil had done for the rest'
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| She’s sunk full fathom, five five five!
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| Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays,
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| Me, oh my,
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| Howdy Doody’s past the house of Aquarius,
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| Bring me more whiskey and rye.
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| Big news from the party boat
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| Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones,
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| Come down to the locker of Davy Jones |