Out at sea We thought we'd make a little money Cuz we all got mouths to feed On the boat We placed all our hope On the bounty of the worlds greatest sea So we might live as free men In the world’s greatest country And we paid our price Made it to paradise To the US shore But there's No land in sight Captain took our papers These Americans are slavers I can hear the hula But there's No land in sight I can smell the pork Wafting from ashore As we eat turtle stew From the long lines cast into The great ocean blue Captains gone ashore To fuck himself a little whore That he got from the same Village as i From below the deck We hope his fucking car wrecks So we can see land once more But again where off into The great ocean blue Were we might come across a village or two And trick a few people into our crew Captain took our papers These Americans are slavers I can hear the hula But there's No land in sight From below the deck We hope his fucking car wrecks So we don't have to wring his neck And throw his body into The great ocean blue
