Land ho! by The Doors
Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee.
He said "Son I'm going crazy from living on the land
Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sand."
This old man was graceful with silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles
Singing songs of shady sisters and old town liberty
Songs of love and songs of death, songs that set men free.
I've got three ships and sixty men
A course for ports unread.
I'll stand at mast, let North winds blow
Till half of us are dead.
If I get my hands on a dollar bill
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five
Gonna skin that little girl alive.
If I get my hands on a number two
Come back home and marry you
Marry you, marry you.
Land Ho!, Land Ho!
If I get back home and I feel all right
You don't baby gonna love you tonight