Sign aboard now if you’ve got the heart
But know what you’re in for before we start
We’re going for breadfruit and tropical spice
But how we get there should make you think twice


You’ll know the terrors you hoped were just tales
Going round the Horn
You’ll live on rancid meat and bread that’s gone stale
Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn


When we arrive you will be shocked to see
Lovely young native girls and they are free
The men they are friendly, the weather is warm
To get there the captain’s going South round the Horn.

The wind is so fierce it could sure shred the sail
Going round the Horn
The true hellish home of Ahab’s white whale
Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn


You’ll spend your days lounging under a palm
Watching the sea and the sea’s always calm
But before that you will curse being born
‘Cause to get there we’re all going south round the Horn.

Your head will bleed from the barrage of hail
Going round the Horn.
That frozen wasteland is worse than a jail
Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn


The beach, the food, and the girls are so nice
There’s a reason they all call it Cook’s Paradise
So sign up now for the islands we’re sworn
If we survive going south round the Horn


You’ll meet the mother of all living Gales
Going round the horn
So cold it will freeze your hand to the rail
Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn

They’ll give us tattoos to help celebrate
With Rum and with Grog we will all toast our fate
So sign up boys, but still I must warn
Dangers abound going south round the horn.

The jagged i-ice the mists they do veil
Going Round the horn
But if you’ve got the heart we cannot fail
Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn
Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn