all the moon is dead today
thank the sun
for a day begun

old port merchant
hide your eye
lest be crisped in xanthic stye

what shall we do with a drunken sailor?
what shall we do with a drunken sailor?
what shall we do with a drunken sailor?

don't ask me
i just work here

did you think it was any different?
do you think i know me?

step aside old boy
there's work to be done
and to think, you thought it was all a dream.