Take care, beware,
Fire off a warning flare!
Radio dispatch, romantic mismatch,
Coast Guard, Right Guard,
Come and help a retard
Battle the swelling waves
From the Atlantic's icy age,
But there's an enemy in sight,
And a communiqué sent scrambled
(In the night)
And she says, "B-4,
I'm gonna wage a whole war,
I'll C-2 it that your battleship
Is sunk way down or run-a-run-aground."
Scrap heap, dead meat,
And as the water rose
He heard (from down below)
All his boys say, "It's O.K.!
We've got a tab at the bar
That we ain't gonna pay,
You know we're tough as nails
And we're gonna stay that way!
FULL SPEED! AHEAD!
Grab the wheel, use your head.
We're gonna sail fast
And we're gonna go real, go real far."
And what we've got
Is the unsinkable sub-plot
Of real life fiction taking on a mission—
Waterloo (Screw You!), WWII (Yeah!)
Now I know you think
That at times it really stinks:
Booby-trapped love den,
Hanging out in Ho Chi Minh,
Midway, on the sea
Fighting of the Japanese
(And she says) "B-4,
I'm gonna wage a whole war,
I'll C-2 it that your battleship
Is sunk way down or run-a-run-aground."
Scrap heap, dead meat,
And as the water rose
He heard from down below...
All his boys say, "It's O.K.!
We've got a tab at the bar
That we ain't gonna pay,
You know we're tough as nails
And we're gonna stay that way!
FULL SPEED! AHEAD!
Grab the wheel, use your head.
We're gonna sail fast
And we're gonna go real, go real far."
As far as I know the whole damn crew
Is in the boiler room.
Puttin' on the pressure
And holding it together.
I know they got my back,
And I know they got yours, too!
And all his boys say, (Hell yeah!)
"It's O.K.! We've got a tab at the bar
That we ain't gonna pay,
You know we're tough as nails
And we're gonna stay that way!
FULL SPEED! AHEAD!
Grab the wheel, use your head.
We're gonna sail fast
And we're gonna go real, go real far."