We're underway;
There's a bad dream on the sea.
No one is holding, uh oh!
The wheel; it's spinning free.
Into bad weather, they puke and moan,
So the boat's zigzagging on its own.

I hear, the crew's sick,
I hear, the crew's sick.
The sound of their spitting vomit's ringing in my ears.
I hear, the crew's sick,
Eat, eat--crew sick.
Won't someone please call the Navy. . .
Get us out of here.

Dumbass crew
Ate meat not fully fried!
And now they're in pain, ow ow,
Feeling like ptomaine inside.
They could have cooked some kipper, hen--
Now, mouths open, it comes up again.

I hear, the crew's sick,
I hear, the crew's sick
The sound of their spitting vomit's ringing in my ears
I hear the crew's sick
Eat, eat--crew sick
Won't someone please call the Navy. . .
Get us out of here.

I hear, the crew's sick, and they whine, "Yech!"
I hear, the crew's sick--it takes flight, some gravy.
I hear, the crew's sick; when they dined,
It made the crew sick--also the sea that's wavy.

Arrrgh!!!!!!

Now I hear music,
Now I hear music.
The words of the lyrics mention "my god" being near.
They played that music
On Titanic
When the ship's stern started raising--
Then it disappeared.