Watch him show off His seamanship
Toot toot toot toot toot toot – woo whoo!
His pants are somewhat prone to slip where his dinghy docks
Like a lighthouse in a London Fog®

The bum in the park with the salt & pepper beard
And commodore’s suit
Standing with his cane while his staff is sickly
Falling overboard
An exhibition with the lunch that he drank
Causing ripples in his maritime bliss

He needs a belt ‘cause he’s run-a-ground
Ground like the fish heads in Putrid Sound
He needs some anchor management now!
Captain Courageous don’t be glum
Captain Courageous have your fun
Captain Courageous you’re undone
Captain Courageous we’re all stunned
Captain Courageous make ‘em run
Captain Courageous drink your rum

Jolliness is some spiced rum
(Woo whoo! Toot toot!)
Jolliness is some spice rum, sailor
(Woo whoo! Toot toot!)
There’s a calm before the storm
(Oooooooooohhh, oh yeah!)
And when his trousers leave the poop deck
It may be that things have gotten too warm
Because jolliness is some spiced rum, sailor
(Woo whoo! Toot toot!)
Jolliness is some spiced rum
(Woo whoo! Toot toot!)
-Yes it is, it’s some spiced rum
(Woo whoo! Toot toot!)
RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!
(Woo whoo! Toot toot!)
Well don’t ya know that jolliness is some spiced rum, matey?
(Woo whoo! Toot toot!)
Yeeaahh