You know I want to leave thee,
But thou refug'st to let me go.
Since you lost your leg, you're seized by pathology,
Of one mind, your only interest, Moby.

CHORUS:
On the prow with peg, and snarlin',
Sailin' 'round the world for the Big Mo'.
On the prow you plead, crazy, crazy,
With the firmament, to find Big Mo'.

Now you've got a spyin' man
In masts, 24x7, topside.
You wait for him to cry: "Thar she blows!"
You'll be leapin' to a creepy Nantucket sleigh ride.

CHORUS

You never sleep, and I hear your step
All night--you pace the deck, wood on wood, talkin' away.
You never laugh, monomania man,
You make us sail the deep blue for your insane plan.

CHORUS

Now we go "glug" in the deep, because he hit us hard,
And we're way far from shore; what's more--
We ain't gonna get help from no bleedin' navy,
And now water's breachin' the last bulkhead door.

Now the prow and leg are swirlin'
In the maelstrom's whirlpool--down we go.
And this dousin' sea's wavy, wavy.
I'm stealin' your limb limb to float.