Turn this ship around boys before we run aground
The fish aren't bitin' today boys fish aren't bitin' today
I'm gonna lay on my bunk and get drunk as a sunk cause the fish aren't bitin' today
There's six foot waves and my stomach craves some good old Antiguan Rum
I took some away for a rainy day and the rain she is startin' to come now
Take the jib sail down boys...
There's a northern wind and the lights are dim like a good fresh Cuban cigar
I got me a hunch where there might be a bunch in the Captain's pickle jar
So take the jib sail down boys...
The fish aren't bitin' today boys...
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