| 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, |
| 'Cause there’s an enemy in sight, |
| And a communique; sent scrambled (in the night) |
| It says, «B-4, I’m gonna wage a whole war, |
| I’ll C-2 it that your battleship is sunk way |
| Down or run aground.» Scrap heap, dead meat, |
| 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 off 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 aground.» |
| Scrap heap, dead meat, 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.» |