Sloop John B.

We come on the sloop John B

Grandfather and me

Around Nassau Town we did roam

Drinking all night

Got into a fight

Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go homeThe first mate he got drunk

Broke in the captains bunk

The constable had to come and take him away

Sheriff John Stone

Why don't you leave me alone?

Well I feel so broke up I wanna go homeSo hoist up the John B's sail

See how the mainsail sets

Call for the captain ashore

Let me go home, let me go home

I wanna go home

I feel so broke up, I wanna go homeThe poor cook he caught the shits

And threw away all my grits

And then he took and ate up all of my corn

Let me go home

Why don't they let me go home?

This is the worst trip I've ever been on