Tell me, Muse, about the man of many turns
Who left behind a warm home, early dawn
And took to the sea
I got a letter on a lonesome day
About a ship coming my way
An old friend at the helm
He said, “Old friend, if I could tell you
All the beautiful sh** that I've been through
On this fine young vessel
Across the old big blue”
“But now old friend we're running short on crew
And maybe – i don't know why – but I thought of you
Would you like to join us and come see it too?”
So now I'm on a boat
Yes I'm on a boat
No I wont need more
I got two sails and a song
Mediterranea
At home a wife is left behind
She said “How, my love, did this thought cross your mind?
In the depths of the sea what do you seek to find?”
Oh my love I think I'll be just fine
I hope you can come to understand in time
Now if you come a little closer we can finish that wine
The broken lover didn't take it very well
She left with a cute “I hope you rot in hell”
And I was left with the bottle all by myself
But now I'm on a boat
Yer I'm on a boat
No I wont need more
I got two sails and a song
Well, how indeed mortal men do curse the gods
Man, I tell you each of us
Build the ball and chain