Voltaire - To The Bottom Of The Sea Lyrics
Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could tookHe said "No storm is stoppin me"He made fricassee of a sea anemone down at the bottom of the seaI turned to my first officer and I said "What have ya got to say to me?"Well he turned and said "I'm in over my head" down at the bottom of the seaA sea kraken lurking under men looked up at their legs hungrilyShe counted 8 so she thought she found a mate down at the bottom of the seaThey kicked and the fought but it was all for notCause she just wouldn't set 'em freeShe had them caught in a tight sailor's knot down at the bottom of the seaSome men cry to god when their number's upSome cry for their momsI just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daftHis story don't end happilyHe drifted by with a fishgig in his eyes down at the bottom of the seaDown at the bottom was treasure galore!But guarding so greedily was an angry hoard of skeletons with swords!Down at the bottom of the seaSome men cry to god when their number's upSome cry for their momsI just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!
