LYRICS
Yes, I’m having a ball
Aren’t we all?
’cause it runs the whole spectrum
Heave ho! And a bottle of rum
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
The most president public servant
Savant-less idiot-savant
Nooo… savant has not
His brilliance is in ignorance?
Redeeming quality?
… I can not see….
Being nothing in his being
It’s hard believing
Of his brain conceiving
Yes, I’m having a ball
Aren’t we all?
’cause it runs the whole spectrum
Heave ho! And a bottle of rum
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Put him to bed with the Captain’s daughter*
Hit him in the head with leather n’ lead
Give us relief from the commander and chief
For I foresee mutiny!
As for you, do you, too?
You can count on me
It’s plain to see… in need of a mutiny
(If he walks the plank, it’s you I’ll thank.)
At The Ball (with a Drunken Sailor).mp3
ABOUT THE SONG
* A captain’s daughter is a leather and lead weapon similar to a blackjack.
Style: Protest Folk Rock
Chords: Em add4 Em add Bb Em Em add2 C Am
Recording: 1-track digital stereo / original take
Vocals, Guitar