Guaranteed  

The decks were stacked

The wind blew low, the wind blew high

The stakes were low, the stakes were high

Upon the My-O-My

Hands low, hands high, 

Ho-ho-ho, hi-hi-hi

Hands low, hands high

Upon the My-O-My


How was I to know she was so shy?

Upon the My-O-My

Across the light, across the night

You can hear the Captain's cry

Hands low, hands high

Upon the My-O-My

Got to make her roll, got to make her fly

Upon the My-O-My


Now tell me, good Captain,

How does it feel

To be driven away from your own steering wheel

Upon the My-O-My . . .