Sailing (Keith Grimwood and Ezra Idlet, additional lyrics by David Ruffin)
Chorus
We’re sailing on a ship to the ocean
We’re sailing on the ocean to the sea
We’re sailing up the creek, all the way to Mozambique
Sailing is the only life for me
There was a pirate with a peg-leg and a parrot
Who bought his vegetables from farmers at the pier
He’d gladly trade a piece of eight for a carrot
But was dumbfounded that corn cost a buck-an-ear
There was a ship with a cargo of red paint
To a tragic fate, everyone was doomed
It rammed a ship with a cargo of brown paint
The ships sank and the sailors were marooned
A pelican was talking to his gull-friend
About the way the walrus made him feel
They stopped in for a drink down at the sandbar
And caught a tuna from B.B. Kingfish and Lou Seal
It’s often said that you can tune a guitar
A piano or a cello, if you wish
But no matter how accomplished you think you are
You’ll never have the scale to tune a fish
Our little galley never saw a rat while sailing
But why it was, we never really knew
‘Til we saw the cook a gaggin’ at the railin’
We watched as he heaved one and then heaved two
The captain called aloud for the ship’s Sturgeon
He was carpin’ ‘bout the trout he couldn’t cut
When we asked him why he tried to use a swordfish
He said he’d done it for the Halibut
Eight pirates climbed up high into the riggin’
To gather up the mighty mainsail’s weight
When a wave did strike us, and it was a big’un
Now all that we’ve got left is pieces of eight
We took a ship transporting three lovely maidens
There was Rose and Ivy and the last was called Holly
Our sentry Roger plied them with the ship’s gin
And now you know why Roger is so jolly
After boarding a Spanish galleon that was quite handsome
Our prisoners stood before us in a quiver
One senorita said, "I have something for a ransom"
So we all lined up and got our timbers shivered
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