I'm feelin' hungry for seafood.
Wanna eat some, baby--cod, Ono stewed.
You say I've a wretched attitude:
"Here's what to do, dude":

You make me reel,
You make me reel to fill that creel.
You make me throw away every baby fishy
On the sea, the deep blue sea.

Now I'm REAL hungry for seafood.
Wanna eat some, baby--cod, Coho stewed.
This work has me in a peckish mood;
You say, "Gaff 'em, dude."

You make me reap,
Make me reap weal from the deep.
You make me pile it up piscatorially
From the sea, the deep blue sea.

You let me eat,
You let me eat a luncheon treat.
You make me blow away an albatross; then we,
Stuck on sea, the deep blue sea.
That tale is real!*


*"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner," Samuel T. Coleridge:
The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.
"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus! --
Why look'st thou so?" -- With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS