Clutch Big News I Lyrics

Big News I Lyrics

The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain
aye
The guests' seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be
underway on the bye and bye

Ahead one third, ahead two thirds!
Full
ahead, flank
And out from the belly of a whale came a
prophet
Amen!

Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I
believe there's a storm a brewin'
Nine crows at nine o clock nye
Dutch
men on the mizzen mast
Six harpies are singing to the lee
I believe she's
going down
I believe we're gonna die, die, die

Fortune tellers make a
killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of
Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party
boat

Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
Oh, but I must
confess
I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's
chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink and the devil had done for the
rest
She's sunk full fathom, five, five, five

Fortune tellers make a
killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of
Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party
boat

Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones
Come down to the
locker of Davy Jones