Sardines

That open ocean, that starry light

I'm seldom seen in the foggiest night (check it out)

It's getting harder, too far out to sea (one two, one two)

Head into harbor, come and party with me

Here we go

Among sailors I'm mostly known

As a ghost of a rolling stone

Immersed in the mist of the coastal zone

A man out to sea composing poems

You wanna know for whom the bell tolls?

Davy Jones will come close to home

That ascetic life that I've only known

Tattered clothes and beard overgrown

As I drift away on the wings of a citrus haze

And these days I can hold my own

Off the hook like an AWOL octopus

I jump ship and I dove for home

A deck hand once told me though

A forewarning in a foreboding tone

But I ain't scared, it's all overblown

Plus he ain't known about Lonesome Bones

That open ocean, that starry light

I'm seldom seen in the foggiest night

It's getting harder, too far out to sea

Head into harbor, come and party with me

Here we go

Let's pack 'em like sardines

Let's get it stuffed to the gills

The tab tonight is on me

And my cup runneth up till it spills

Let's pack 'em like sardines

Let's get it stuffed to the gills

The tab tonight is on me

And my cup runneth up till it spills

I been exaggerated by folklore

Like "he fought the storm and got washed ashore"

Dirt poor, working hard at that village dive bar

Mopping floors

I just knew how to chart the course

Didn't fly round in a Concord

Still ride round on a long board

Till I board the ship and hear foghorns

Front to the back, forward, aft

Leaning port and then starboard

I'm a vagabond, I'm a ramble on

I'm a gentleman with that style du jour

Get deep like I run underwater tours

From the top floor to your bottom drawers

And I might stop at that bar more

Cause them longshoreman give long pours

That open ocean, that starry light

I'm seldom seen in the foggiest night

It's getting harder, too far out to sea

Head into harbor, come and party with me

Here we go

Let's pack 'em like sardines

Let's get it stuffed to the gills

The tab tonight is on me

And my cup runneth up till it spills

Let's pack 'em like sardines

Let's get it stuffed to the gills

The tab tonight is on me

And my cup runneth up till it spills