[00:00.000] 作词 : Dan Maines/Neil Fallon/Tim Sult/Jean-Paul Gaster
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Dan Maines/Neil Fallon/Tim Sult/Jean-Paul Gaster
[00:25.075]The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
[00:31.036]Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain aye
[00:36.857]The guests seem more than pleased
[00:39.735]How is the wine?
[00:42.641]We shall be underway on the bye and bye
[00:49.518]Ahead one third, ahead two thirds!
[00:55.462]Full ahead, flank
[00:56.502]And out from the belly of a whale came a prophet
[00:59.408]Amen!
[01:11.987]Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
[01:17.763]I believe there's a storm a brewing
[01:20.887]Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh
[01:23.800]Dutchman on the mizzen mast
[01:26.534]Six harpies are singing to the lee
[01:29.362]I believe she's going down
[01:32.563]I believe we're gonna die, die, die
[01:35.074]Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
[01:38.594]Me oh my!
[01:40.452]Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
[01:43.985]Bring me more whisky and rye
[01:56.777]Big news from the party boat
[02:10.289]Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
[02:16.496]Oh, but I must confess
[02:18.694]I do find the wine a wee bit dry
[02:21.825]Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
[02:24.740]Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
[02:27.844]Drink and the devil had done for the rest
[02:30.298]She's sunk full fathom, five, five, five
[02:33.389]Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
[02:37.296]Me oh my!
[02:39.318]Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
[02:42.395]Bring me more whisky and rye
[02:55.311]Big news from the party boat
[04:41.191](reversed)Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones, come down to the locker of Davy Jones

作词 : Dan Maines/Neil Fallon/Tim Sult/Jean-Paul Gaster
作曲 : Dan Maines/Neil Fallon/Tim Sult/Jean-Paul Gaster
The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain aye
The guests seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be underway on the bye and bye
Ahead one third, ahead two thirds!
Full ahead, flank
And out from the belly of a whale came a prophet
Amen!
Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I believe there's a storm a brewing
Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh
Dutchman on the mizzen mast
Six harpies are singing to the lee
I believe she's going down
I believe we're gonna die, die, die
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
Oh, but I must confess
I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
She's sunk full fathom, five, five, five
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat
(reversed)Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones, come down to the locker of Davy Jones