Oh boy! These high seas can be so cruel When you're trying to find your own way And girl, that man of war's a fool I wouldn't follow him anywhere
Big, small, they all swim 'round their bowls I don't care for their wishes All striving to be better than Those other fishes
Try before the storm To dive, swim to shore 'Til you can't see that boat Anymore
As the storm takes flight Still no land in sight Let the four winds blow Let 'em go, let 'em blow, I know 'Til they're so far away
On board this ship of fools we go I don't care for their wishesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
