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