Water is wet And rocks are hard But the wind, my friend Does what it wants
So I move with the wind I move with the wind If I move at all
What do you do with a drunken sailor? What the hell, how should I know? What do you do with a drunken sailor When you don't know what to do with yourself?
I move with the wind If I move at all We've run aground Stuck on these rocks I guess I'm all wet That's how I got caught
Hook, line and sinker
Consider this then think of nothing Wouldn't that be nice Close your eyes, feel the ocean rising Floating on a bed of spice
I move with the wind If I move at all We've run a ground Stuck on these rocks I guess I'm all wet