If you find yourself a-driftin’
Sailin’ out to sea
In the vicinity of Block Island
Won’t you do somethin’ for me
Take this package to my old friend
A landlocked buccaneer
Workin’ the soundboard at a beach bar
Drinkin’ Narragansett beer
There must be seven million pirates
That have walked right through that door
There must be seven hundred bodies
Buried underneath the floor
And for someone with ambition
It’s easy to make a shilling
Start by sweepin’ up the ashes
End up making a killing
And the Ocean Mist ain’t goin’ nowhere
’Til we’re all dead and gone
‘Cause the pilings go straight down to hell
And the devil’s holdin’ on
And if you don’t find that buried treasure
That you’ve been searching for
Well I’ll be damned if you don’t have yourself a good time
Go easy on the drinkin’
And take it easy with your fists
And if they question that I sent you
Keep this bracelet on your wrist
You’ll always have an ally
In peril and in Trish
And if you find yourself a-starvin’
Well you can always live on fish
And the Ocean Mist ain’t goin’ nowhere
’Til we’re all dead and gone
‘Cause the pilings go straight down to hell
And the devil’s holdin’ on
And if you don’t find that buried treasure
That you’ve been searching for
Well I’ll be damned if you don’t have yourself a good time
Yeah I’ll be damned if you don’t have yourself a good time
Yeah I’ll be damned if you don’t have yourself a time