Can't be bothered with the natural fact
I'm her slave and I can't look back
She's the Queen of the briny deep
Just like Sinbad I sailed my vessel true
Fled like Popeye from the Island of the Goon
Till her song, well it lured me off course
I think it came from the ocean floor
Pull out my swollen tongue
I'll find my way back to you
Can't be bothered with the natural fact
I guess she's gone and she ain't comin' back
Been at the sea for forty days and forty nights
Let her go without any fight
Pull out my swollen tongue
I'll find my way back to you
There she stands knee deep
Waves her arms like a matador
She's an East coast mama now
And I'm going down for the third time