When the waters is rough / The sailing is tough, / I'll get drowned in your love. / You've got a cut throat crew, / I'm gonna sink under you, / I got the bell bottom blues, / It's gonna be the death of me. / It's the graveyard watch, / Running right on the rocks, / I've taken all of the knocks. / You ain't giving me no quarter. / I'd rather drink sea water, / I wish I'd never had brought you, / It's gonna be the death of me.
When you're flying your flags / All my confidence sags, / You got me packing my bags. / I'll stowaway at sea, / You make me mutiny, / Where you are I won't be, / You're gonna be the death of me.