歌词
Take the wheel,
I hear the timbers creakin'
Take the wheel,
I think this ship is sinkin'
Jamaica seems so far and
I've been thinkin'
Old Billy
Bones has gone to sea
And quit his dockside drinkin'
Check it out, check it out, check it out
And when I'm dead, who'll fly the white bird home?
I'm not the ancient mariner, your children know
And the sea's, the field, these old jack tars have sown'
Cause Billy
Bones just wants to know
Who'll fly the white bird home?
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
Your majesty, your majesty
I heard the bosun cry
Old Billy
Bones has washed ashore
Upon a foreign tide, tide, tide
Tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide
Check it out, babe, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
Majesty, your majesty
I heard the bosun cry
Old Billy
Bones has washed ashore
Upon a foreign tide, tide, tide
Tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide
Check it out, babe, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out