To The Bottom Of The Sea Lyrics
| Song | To The Bottom Of The Sea |
| Artist | Voltaire |
| Album | To The Bottom Of The Sea |
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| Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could took | |
| He said, "No storm is stoppin' me!" | |
| He made fricassee of a sea anemone | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| I turned to my first officer and I said, | |
| "What have you got to say to me?" | |
| Well, he turned and said, "I'm in over my head." | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| A She-Kraken, lurkin' under my men | |
| Looked up at their legs hungrily | |
| She counted eight so she thought she found a mate | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| They kicked and they fought but it was all for naught | |
| 'Cause she just wouldn't set 'em free | |
| She had them taut in a tight sailor's knot | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| Some men call to God | |
| When their number's up | |
| Some cry for their mums | |
| I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum | |
| Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft | |
| His story don't end happily | |
| He drifted by with a fishgig in his eye | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| Down at the bottom was treasure galore, | |
| But guarding it so greedily | |
| Was an angry horde of skeletons with swords | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| (for the Horde!) | |
| Some men call to God | |
| When their number's up | |
| Some cry for their mums | |
| I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum | |
| Down to the bottom of the— | |
| We're at the bottom of the— | |
| Stuck at the bottom of the deep, dark, crazy-ass fish dwellin' | |
| Between the devil and the deep blue sea! |
| Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could took | |
| He said, " No storm is stoppin' me!" | |
| He made fricassee of a sea anemone | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| I turned to my first officer and I said, | |
| " What have you got to say to me?" | |
| Well, he turned and said, " I' m in over my head." | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| A SheKraken, lurkin' under my men | |
| Looked up at their legs hungrily | |
| She counted eight so she thought she found a mate | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| They kicked and they fought but it was all for naught | |
| ' Cause she just wouldn' t set ' em free | |
| She had them taut in a tight sailor' s knot | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| Some men call to God | |
| When their number' s up | |
| Some cry for their mums | |
| I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum | |
| Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft | |
| His story don' t end happily | |
| He drifted by with a fishgig in his eye | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| Down at the bottom was treasure galore, | |
| But guarding it so greedily | |
| Was an angry horde of skeletons with swords | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| for the Horde! | |
| Some men call to God | |
| When their number' s up | |
| Some cry for their mums | |
| I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum | |
| Down to the bottom of the | |
| We' re at the bottom of the | |
| Stuck at the bottom of the deep, dark, crazyass fish dwellin' | |
| Between the devil and the deep blue sea! |
| Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could took | |
| He said, " No storm is stoppin' me!" | |
| He made fricassee of a sea anemone | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| I turned to my first officer and I said, | |
| " What have you got to say to me?" | |
| Well, he turned and said, " I' m in over my head." | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| A SheKraken, lurkin' under my men | |
| Looked up at their legs hungrily | |
| She counted eight so she thought she found a mate | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| They kicked and they fought but it was all for naught | |
| ' Cause she just wouldn' t set ' em free | |
| She had them taut in a tight sailor' s knot | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| Some men call to God | |
| When their number' s up | |
| Some cry for their mums | |
| I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum | |
| Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft | |
| His story don' t end happily | |
| He drifted by with a fishgig in his eye | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| Down at the bottom was treasure galore, | |
| But guarding it so greedily | |
| Was an angry horde of skeletons with swords | |
| Down at the bottom of the sea | |
| for the Horde! | |
| Some men call to God | |
| When their number' s up | |
| Some cry for their mums | |
| I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum | |
| Down to the bottom of the | |
| We' re at the bottom of the | |
| Stuck at the bottom of the deep, dark, crazyass fish dwellin' | |
| Between the devil and the deep blue sea! |
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