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Bill was once a sailor on a great and noble ship But Billy had a problem, from a flask he liked to sip Yes, Billy liked his ale and rum Into a bottle he would run And drink himself both blind and dumb His work began to slip We would often see him with a flask clutched in his fist And when we gave him orders he would only get the gist And if we pulled up near a beach And there was rum just out of reach He'd try to drain it like a leech And everything would list Drunken Billy sails the ocean blue But starboard's hard to find The only port he ever knew Was of the drinkin' kind He couldn't tell his fore from aft His directions are the worst The unkind Fates all point and laugh That drunken helmsman's cursed There are many dangers for a good ship of the realm For storm and pirates often would a good crew overwhelm But one thing every sailor knew SongtexteWhen danger struck out of the blue You could be certain this was true 'Twas Billy at the helm Drunken Billy sails the ocean blue But starboard's hard to find The only port he ever knew Was of the drinkin' kind He couldn't tell his fore from aft His directions are the worst The unkind Fates all point and laugh That drunken helmsman's cursed Billy wasn't sober when he sailed into the night He thought a flash of lightning was a flickering tavern light He turned the wheel to pull her in The sky let loose with quite a din The crew thought of their next of kin The ship sank out of sight Drunken Billy sails the ocean blue But starboard's hard to find The only port he ever knew Was of the drinkin' kind He couldn't tell his fore from aft His directions are the worst The unkind Fates all point and laugh That drunken helmsman's cursed Billy made it to a lifeboat though he feared the worst He spied a ghostly ship and knew in doom he was immersed The ship pulled up to take him on He knew his hopes and dreams were gone The ghostly Captain said, ?Hang on...? ?I hear that helmsman's cursed!? Drunken Billy sails the ocean blue But starboard's hard to find The only port he ever knew Was of the drinkin' kind He couldn't tell his fore from aft And now he never will He'd be better off in land based craft Instead of some old leaky raft The unkind Fates all point and laugh He's in that lifeboat still. Drunken Billy sails the ocean blue But starboard's hard to find The only port he ever knew Was of the drinkin' kind He couldn't tell his fore from aft His directions are the worst The unkind Fates all point and laugh That drunken helmsman's cursed Aus Songtexte Mania