Clutch - 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 bye and bye Ahead one third, ahead two thirds! Full ahead, flank And out from the belly of a 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 nye Dutch men on the mizzen mast Six harpies are singing 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 Aquarious Bring me more whisky 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 Aquarious Bring me more whisky and rye Big news from the party boat Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones Come down to the locker of Davy Jones