Good sailors sing songs of la**ies and bravery and fortune,
How the sea fills their hearts with the courage to do mighty deeds.
But I'll sing a song of a lad that I met in Jamaica,
Who tested the bravest of brave in all seven seas.
Chorus:
(It were)
Happy Jack's undrinkable ale.
One mighty sup puts the wind in your sail.
It's Happy Jack's undrinkable ale.
Our captain once tried a tankard of Jack's mighty potion.
He seemed alright, so we all went off to bed.
We awoke to the screams of our captain way up in the crow's nest.
He tried to fly with the wind, but he ended up dead.
Chorus
This ale was as black as a night with no moon in December,
As bitter as a man who lost his pizzle in May,
As strong as six horses, as evil and wicked as Judas.
Of Jack's, the worldliest drinkers most surely say:
Chorus
I sailed with a lad who was tall and as wide as a mountain.
One half a pint put this sailor down upon one knee.
And we watched as he turned as white as the high cliffs of Dover
And threw up old Jack's as a gift to the mighty blue sea.
Chorus
I once tried a thimble of Jack's demonic invention.
But for the spinnin' I felt that I was alright.
I woke with a chicken, two ducks, a lamb and an oxen.
By the looks on their faces I must have had a good night.
(Smells like)
Happy Jack's undrinkable ale.
One mighty sup puts the wind in your sail.
It's Happy Jack's undrinkable ale.
Happy Jack's undrinkable ale.
One mighty sup puts the wind in your sail.
It's Happy Jack's undrinkable ale.