Dolt, I'd like to know where you got the notion
To take this dinky boat out on the ocean.

It rocks the boat, it rocks the boat, wavy,
Rocks the boat, may tip the boat over,
Rocks the boats, so hope for the navy,
Rock-head dolt!

This voyage was just the dumbest plan.
This tub can't stand up to the rush of the wind,
So we aren't gonna be safe from the rolling sea,
We're so far out, the harbor's at longitude 360.

This hulk ain't like a ship on the ocean;
We've been bailing while the spar goes
In a deep downward motion.

Dolt, I'd like to know where you got the notion
To take this dingy boat out on the ocean.

You rock-head dolt, it rocks the boat, wavy,
Rocks the boat, may tip the boat over,
Rocks the boats, so hope for the navy,
Rock-head dolt!

There's no way we'll make it through this storm,
We'll get hypothermia 'cause the water ain't warm,
We'll turn blue; it's a tad below 32,
If we luck out, drift to dry land,
I'll beat you black and blue.

This hulk ain't like a ship on the ocean;
We've been bailing while the spar goes
In a deep downward motion.

Dolt, I'd like to know where you got the notion
To take this leaky boat out on the ocean.
No, I don't think we need some tanning lotion
Now that we're floatin' in the frozen ocean. . . .