Tonight I round every gin joint in town,
Before I say adieu I need a crew, how about you?
O ho ho ho, and some sad old flame,
She might know the game, this one's the same but anyone can play,
Come the day...

A brief of the passengers prone in the bow:
The Laureate, The Loon, The Lonely Frau,
Only for know, o ho ho how the nature breathes heavy!

Filling our sails as we clutch at the rails in the roiling, roiling basin.

O what wonders await on our arrival, O'er ocean, o'er sea, Yea verily we drive on Narragonia!

Sailing with me all the passengers see is a Paradise by the Northern Lights I've found,
O ho ho ho, Eh hey hey hear the rich men's daughters,
So easy to arouse with their magazine mouths,
Those Queens and Mother's of mayhem.

O what wonders await on our arrival, O'er ocean, o'er sea, Yea verily we drive on Narragonia!