"Tell me quick" said Old McFee 
"What's this all have to do with me?" 
"I've spent all my time at sea a loner" 
  
"Is there something else I should know?" 
"Something hidden down below the level of your conversation?" 
Well, he turned away before the answer 
Though I yelled aloud he refused to hear 
It became too clear 
So it went as we put out 
I was left in constant doubt 
Everything I asked about seemed private 
  
The captain strolled the bridge one night 
I stopped him in the evening light 
To ask him would it be all right to join him 
  
But he stood there like some idol 
And he listened like some temple 
And then he turned away 
  
All along the fateful coast 
We moved silent like a ghost 
The timeless sea of tireless host possessed us 
The wind came building from the cold northwest 
And soon the waves began to crest 
Crashing cross the forward deck 
All hands lost 
  
I alone survived the sinking 
I alone possessed the tools 
On that ship of fools
Ship of fools
On that ship of fools
That ship of fools