This song reminds me of the short story \"The heathen\" by Jack London.
Lyrics :
Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could took,
He say, \"no storm is stoppin' me!\"
He made fricassee of a sea anemone.
Down at the bottom of the sea.
I turned to my first officer and I said,
\"What have you got to say to me?\"
Well, he turned and said, \"I'm in over my head.\"
Down at the bottom of the sea.
A she-Kraken, lurkin' under my men,
looked up at their legs hungrily.
She counted eight so she thought she found a mate.
Down at the bottom of the sea.
They kicked and they fought but it was all for naught
'cause she just wouldn't set 'em free.
She had them taught in a tight sailor's knot.
Down at the bottom of the sea.
Some men call to GOD, when their number's up.
Some cry for their mums, I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!
Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft.
His story don't end happily.
He drifted by with a fishgig in his eye.
Down at the bottom of the sea.
Down at the bottom was treasure galore, but guarding it so greedily
was an angry horde of skeletons with swords
Down at the bottom of the sea.
For the horde!
Some men call to GOD, when their number's up.
Some cry for their mums, I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum!
Down to the bottom of the,
we're at the bottom of the
stuck at the bottom of the deep, dark,
crazy-assed fish dwellin',
between the devil and the deep blue sea.
