As it shines. From the subnautical line It just don’t keep everyone up It makes some just lie down The sun is haggard The moon is a disaster So much life Spent on broadcast boasts On this boat On this coast! This vessel From one shore to the next Leave the sail unfurled I meant to bring The other thing, hey We maybe sail But now, we’ve run aground We’ll all get our footing On a loose vine wire!.. Ohh, oh, hoe, whoa-oh (hey!) Let’s say.. We’ve run aground.. Look at those trees now.. Maybe we’ll make. some stilts.
