If the sea was whiskey
And i was a diving duck
If the sea was whiskey
And i was a diving duck
I'd dive to the bottom
And i don't know if i'd come up

Well, i'm just here wondering
With a matchbox on my clothes
Yes, i'm just here wondering
With a matchbox on my clothes
You know if things don't get no better
Then down the road i go

Whiskey and beers
They don't make me drunk
Whiskey and beers
They don't make me drunk
But i believe my election
Make me pack my trunk

So, i sing da-da-da-da