[Originally by the Beach Boys]



We come on the sloop John B

My grandfather and me

Around Nassau town we do roam

Drinking all night, got into a fight

Well I feel so broken up, I want go to home 



So 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 want to go home, why won't you let me go home?

Well I feel so broken up, I want to go home



The first mate got drunk

And broke in the Captain's trunk

The constable had to come and take him away

Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?

Well I feel so broken up, I want to go home



So 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 want to go home, let me go home

Why don't you let me go home?

I feel so broken up, I want to go home

Let me go home



The poor cook he caught the fits

And threw away all my grits

And then he took and he ate up all of my corn

Let me go home, why won't you let me go home?

This is the worst trip since I've been born



So 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 want to go home, why don't you let me go home?

I feel so broken up, I want to go home