Big News I

The fog is rolling in

The tide is high

Diane's as fat can be

Aye, Captain, aye

The guests seem more than pleased

How is the wine?

We shall be underway

On the by and by

Ahead one third

Ahead two thirds

Full ahead flank

And out from the belly of the whale came a prophet, amen

Go shoot the moon, the sun

The Great Divide

I believe there's a storm a' brewin'

Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh

Dutch man at the mizzenmast

Six harpies are singin' to the lee

I believe she's going down

I believe we're gonna die die die!

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays

Me, oh my

Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius

Bring me more whiskey and rye

Big news from the party boat

Oh sir, do not distress

The food is fine

Oh, but I must confess

I do find the wine a wee bit dry

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye

Drink and the devil had done for the rest

She's sunk full fathom, five five five!

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays

Me, oh my

Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius

Bring me more whiskey and rye

Big news from the party boat

Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones

Come down to the locker of Davy Jones

Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones

Come down to the locker of Davy Jones