Sloop John B

We sailed on the Sloop John B,
my grandfather and me,
Around Nassau town we did roam,
Drinking all night, got into a fight,
Well I feel so break up,
I want to go home.

Refrein:
So hoist up the John B sail,
see how the mainsail sets,
Call for the captain ashore,
let me go home,
Let me go home, I want to go home,
Well I feel so break up, I want to go home.

First mate he got drunk,
broke up the peoples trunk,
Constable had to come and take him away,
Sherrif John Stone, why don’t you leave me alone?
Well I feel so break up,
I want to go home.

The poor cook he caught the fits,
threw away all my grits,
Then he took and ate up all of my corn,
Let me go home, I want to go home,
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on.