Lyrics
[intro]
he, ho, he, ho, joho
he, ho, he, ho, joho
he, ho, he, ho, joho
he, ho, he, ho, joho
[Verse 1]
In the Sea of Ghosts, where the dead do roam,
There's a fisherman sailing, far from his home.
With tankard in hand and a song on his lips,
He'll fish for souls with his ale-fueled quips.
[Pre-Chorus]
Amidst the fog and the eerie wail,
He'll bait his hook with a ghostly tale.
With every catch, a spectral jest,
In these haunted waters, he's put to the test.
[Chorus]
Hoist the flagons high, let the tankards clash,
In the Sea of Ghosts, where apparitions dash.
With a hearty cheer and a drunken boast,
For we're the jolly drunks of the fishing host!
Through the mist and the eerie fog we sail,
With grog in hand, we'll never fail.
In the company of ghosts, we raise a toast,
For we're the merry crew of the fishing host!
[Verse 2]
From haunted wrecks to the depths below,
He'll fish where others fear to go.
With tales of poltergeists and banshee cries,
He'll cast his line with bloodshot eyes.
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the stormy squalls and the ghostly wails,
He'll fight sea monsters with ale-filled pails.
With every brawl, a laugh and cheer,
In this spectral realm, he's the king of the pier.
[Chorus]
Hoist the flagons high, let the tankards clash,
In the Sea of Ghosts, where apparitions dash.
With a hearty cheer and a drunken boast,
For we're the jolly drunks of the fishing host!
Through the mist and the eerie fog we sail,
With grog in hand, we'll never fail.
In the company of ghosts, we raise a toast,
For we're the merry crew of the fishing host!
[Bridge]
In the dead of night, when the moon shines bright,
He'll regale the ghosts with tales of might.
With an ale his in hand and courage in heart,
He'll outdrink the dead, playing his drunken part.
[epic Solo]
(Chorus)
Hoist the flagons high, let the tankards clash,
In the Sea of Ghosts, where apparitions dash.
With a hearty cheer and a drunken boast,
For we're the jolly drunks of the fishing host!
Through the mist and the eerie fog we sail,
With grog in hand, we'll never fail.
In the company of ghosts, we raise a toast,
For we're the merry crew of the fishing host!
[Outro]
So here's to the fisherman, bold and free,
In the Sea of Ghosts, where spirits spree.
With laughter and mirth, we'll sail the coast,
For we're the legends of the fishing host!
[big end]
