Seventeen years of salt upon my tongue Seventeen years and my liver's still young Nothing but seawater wherever I roam I need some dry land and a bar to call home Coral throne and a glittering crown Still couldn't keep this thirsty fool down Every reef looks exactly the same Every little current just feeds the flame No need for treasure beneath the foam Just whiskey, rum, and a bar to call home Through every reef and wreck I roam Dreaming of taverns far from home Somewhere beyond this endless blue There's a whole dry world I'm breaking through SURFACE THIRST! Take me out of the blue! SURFACE THIRST! I've got drinking to do! First round laughing, second round loud Third round dancing on top of the crowd DRY LAND! STRONG DRINKS! BAD IDEAS TONIGHT! Salt water! Salt water! Out of my sight! No crab down here knows whiskey neat No fish wakes up on a cobblestone street Deep in a wreck where the old ships fell One dusty rum bottle broke the spell Fourth round blurry, fifth round gone Sixth round somehow keeps rolling on Found a prince who knows the way To every bar that's open late SURFACE THIRST! Take me out of the blue! SURFACE THIRST! I've got drinking to do! DRY LAND! STRONG DRINKS! BAD IDEAS TONIGHT! Salt water! Salt water! Out of my sight! SURFACE THIRST! Take me out of the blue! SURFACE THIRST! I've got drinking to do! Seventh round nobody knows my name Eighth round proposing to a lamppost flame DRY LAND! STRONG DRINKS! BAD IDEAS TONIGHT! Salt water! Salt water! Out of my sight! SURFACE THIRST! THROW ME BACK WHEN THE BAR SHUTS DOWN! Crown on the ground, sun coming around Morning tide creeping back into town Six glorious hours without tasting the sea Worth every headache waiting for me
