Oh this ship is made of paper
Alone, alone I sail the seven seas
Call my mama more oneday [?]
Alone, alone it's nothing I wouldn't do for you
Lord there's nothing in this world, baby (oh! ow!)
I wouldn't do for you
If a shark bit off both my legs
You know that seamen on land turn to sand (ha ha, ooohwee baby)
Oh, turn my poor self over
And crawl home to you on my hands
(Somebody better come here I suspect baby)
Lord, there ain't nothing in this world, baby (hmmmmm)
I wouldn't do for you
Pickup on this, pickup baby, pickup, pickup — this the blues, y'hear?
Lookee here baby
Mmmmm uunnnh, mmmm, uh, uh, unnnnnnh
Oh! Lord have mercy baby
Yeah yeah yeah yah ah, ahummmm
You take me home this morning
And make my long house turn up [?]
On my head
