Stormy seas heavy winds
What the heck
Captains dancing on the deck
Late into the night
Sails are flapping
Riggings loose
Bosuns drinking jungle juice
Something here not right
Hurricane blowing, pitch black night
Waves inside
Sailors’ mouths open wide
Praying for the daylight
Lashings snapping, coming apart
Snaking everywhere
Nobody seems to care
Going down without a fight
This is the worst journey yet
We need some rest
Who’d be a sailor on the Mary Celeste
No one would tonight |  |
