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Here's to the vodka in Russia its made
If you're buying that shite youre just trying to get laid
And here's to tequila, aguave so sweet
Drink enough of that stuff you'll be naked in the street
And then we have rum, the Caribbean's great gift
The only drink that makes the land beneath your feet shift
And then we have whisky, from heaven it's sent
And with that sly mistress all my money spent
So whatever you choose please raise up your drink
Cause if the ocean were booze I'd happily sink
The Scoundrel's Long Verse
The mainsail is weeping and the hull’s got a crack,
With a cargo of sorrows a-breaking me back.
The Boatswain’s a bastard, he’s swingin’ the cat,
While the rats in the larder grow greasy and fat.
But we’ve found a secret down under the floor,
A stash of the spirits from some foreign shore.
We’re hacking the wax from the neck of the jar,
To forget every lash and to heal every scar.
Old Jinkins is howling a tune to the moon,
While the cook’s passed out cold with a grease-covered spoon.
The sky’s turning purple, the sea’s turning black,
And the wind’s blowing hard on our shivering track.
We’re raggedy scoundrels with salt in our eyes,
A-chasing the sun till the morning arise.
Let the merchant count pennies and hoard all his gold,
While we’re burning through life till our stories are told.
There’s a hole in the spirit that water won't mend,
So we’ll toast to the wreckage and toast to the end.
From the docks of Tortuga to Bristol’s gray quay,
We’re the kings of the gutter, the lords of the sea.
The chaplain is praying for souls that are lost,
But we’re paying for pleasure regardless the cost.
The anchor’s a-waiting, the chain’s in the mud,
But there’s fire and thunder a-stirring the blood.
So let the rain pelt and let the gale roar,
We’ve a bottle of hope and a foot on the floor.
We’ll arrive at the gates with a grin on our face,
The most drunkenly crew in the whole human race.
So tip back your head and let the burn sting,
For tonight we’re all brothers and tonight we’re all king.
Whatever the weather, whatever the price,
We’re gambling our luck on a roll of the dice.
So don’t ask for mercy and don’t ask for grace,
Just pour me another to finish the chase.
Chorus
Here's to the vodka in Russia its made
If you're buying that shite youre just trying to get laid
And here's to tequila, aguave so sweet
Drink enough of that stuff you'll be naked in the street
And then we have rum, the Caribbean's great gift
The only drink that makes the land beneath your feet shift
And then we have whisky, from heaven it's sent
And with that sly mistress all my money spent
So whatever you choose please raise up your drink
Cause if the ocean were booze I'd happily sink
Details
GeneratedFeb 24, 2026
Duration4:10
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rowdy nautical folk. Stomping boots, clinking mugs, accordion, and a rough, tavern-style group vocal melody
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HamCheckModelAria v5
