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(Verse 1)
We stumbled into Tortuga bay,
With a month of grit and a year of pay!
The Boatswain chased a widow in red,
But he tripped on his sword and he broke the bed!
(Chorus)
So drink 'til you're blind and sing 'til you're hoarse,
The wind's in our favor and we've lost the course!
With a girl on each arm and a keg on the knee,
We’re the finest collection of trash on the sea!
So heave away! Toss 'em back!
If she's got a pulse, we're on the attack!
(Verse 2)
The Gunner met a lass with a golden tooth,
She stole his purse and his only youth!
The Cook fell in love with a Governor’s niece,
Now he’s running from the guard and the town police!
(Chorus)
So drink 'til you're blind and sing 'til you're hoarse,
The wind's in our favor and we've lost the course!
With a girl on each arm and a keg on the knee,
We’re the finest collection of trash on the sea!
So heave away! Toss 'em back!
If she's got a pulse, we're on the attack!
(Verse 3)
Old Barnaby cornered a barmaid so fair,
With a wink of his eye and a tug of her hair.
But the rum was too heavy, his anchor was stuck,
And poor Barnaby’s engine had run out of luck!
(Chorus)
So drink 'til you're blind and sing 'til you're hoarse,
The wind's in our favor and we've lost the course!
With a girl on each arm and a keg on the knee,
We’re the finest collection of trash on the sea!
So heave away! Toss 'em back!
If she's got a pulse, we're on the attack!
(Verse 4)
We’ve holes in our boots and a gap in our wits,
The ship is held together by splinters and bits!
But the ladies don't mind a bit of the grime,
When you’re buying the rum and you’re wasting your time!
(Chorus)
So drink 'til you're blind and sing 'til you're hoarse,
The wind's in our favor and we've lost the course!
With a girl on each arm and a keg on the knee,
We’re the finest collection of trash on the sea!
So heave away! Toss 'em back!
If she's got a pulse, we're on the attack!
Details
GeneratedMar 1, 2026
Duration2:13
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gravelly lead, beer-clinking percussion, boisterous male choir, raw vocal texture, seafaring humor
Credits
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HamCheck
HamCheckModelAria v5
