Into the Sun - Igor, Red Elvises

All aboard said Captain Tom

We’re sailing west, we heave away

You’d better leave your ho’s at home

When Jolly Roger’s laughing

Through the rain

CAPTAIN TOM

I got the map, I got the plan

A wooden leg and a hairy chest

I may be blind, I may be deaf

But you would know I am the best

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

We’re sailing west into the sun

Two weeks of hell and hurricanes

No gold, no women, no cocaine

And Captain Tom has gone insane

And Jolly Roger’s laughing

Through the rain

The sharks are ready for the meal

Save your ass and stash your cash

The balls and nerves are made of steel

We suck the bones and rotten flesh

Into the sun

Into the sun