Went to dinner with the Corsican mafia and they were really nice
A storm rolled in and we’re stuck in harbour not just once but thrice.
Went out to the sea on the very next day to check in with the waves
Pulled the main sail up and the fore sail out and then we sailed away.
Hey ho, we’re sailing out in the deep blue sea
Hey ho, we’re sailing, all of us, we three
Hey ho, we’re sailing a tight knit skeleton crew
Hey ho, we’re sailing but we don’t have rum for you
Lotti grabbed a bucket so that we could have some fish
But it didn’t work out so instead we had a lovely pasta dish.
One meter waves, and we know that Laura is going to freak out.
Just leave her alone for the afternoon and she will stop her pout.
Hey ho, we’re sailing out in the deep blue sea
Hey ho, we’re sailing, all of us, we three
Hey ho, we’re sailing a tight knit skeleton crew
Hey ho, we’re sailing but we don’t have rum for you
If you’re a sailor you’ll understand the poopy bag fight
It’s the reason that your hands are gross right in the middle of the night.
Captain is sure that he always knows best, but his article in Yacht magazine will put him to the test.
Hey ho, we’re sailing out in the deep blue sea
Hey ho, we’re sailing and our hands are covered in pee
Hey ho, we’re sailing a tight knit skeleton crew
Hey ho, we’re sailing but we don’t have rum for you
We coast the water mountains on the windiest of days
“Those sails are blue” are what we hear Lotti start to say.
The dolphins spring through our salty sea
The Smutje drank a single cup of tea
A week is gone and our livers are shot, but
this is truly the only life we’ve got
Hey ho, we’re sailing out in the deep blue sea
Hey ho, we’re sailing and our hands are covered in pee
Hey ho, we’re sailing a tight knit skeleton crew
Hey ho, we’re sailing but we don’t have rum for you