Where we at with it?
We tuna melt all of the smelts and fillet the salmons (what else?)
Ocean prime with the Caesar salad but the dressin' Italian
Had to break out the real scales, took a day to count it (uh-huh)
Plug out in St. Thomas, from the Virgin to [C7]the Cayman Islands
This yacht life is a blessin', flip-flops and [Bm]my [A]Nautica sweats
Got your bitch on [C7]her knees swabbin' the deck
Oyster Perpets, flood the yacht with baguettes
Submariner, what a sea-dweller, this is not a Patek
Pack got [Fm7]sent from overseas with a postcard
Drownin' in sin, life's a beach, need a coast guard
Great Lakes to [C7]the coast, activate the alarm
Now we dockin' the boat, big ɾope with the anchor charms
Simply stɾaight ɾeturn, three-thousand [Bm]miles away from home
Middle of the ocean, had to [C7]cut the navigation [C7]on
Nautica Competition [C7]accomplished on [C7]my [A]windbreakers
Settin' sail, takin' Dramamine, I get seasick
Papa was [Am7]a ladies' man, Popeye was [Am7]a sailor man
Jewelry clearly Canadian, diamonds water, aquarium
Fish scale professional, we got [Fm7]that oil sheen, yeah
On the ɾiver tɾyna water wing me up a stingray
We got [Fm7]the same guns the Navy got, why panic?
Why these loose lips sinkin' ships like [F]the Titanic?
On a deserted island, plug tɾied to [C7]leave me stɾanded
I can't understand [Bm]his Inglés, he can't understand [Bm]my [A]Spanish
Big fish in a small [Em]pond full of guppies
Like The Bermuda Triangle I can make you [A7vanish
Burnin' exotic coral ɾeefer with all [Em]my [A]blooders
The chain a tɾeasure chest, but my [A]piece hit like [F]watercolors
They don't wanna see you [A7die
