Six years ago in a land I call home
I drank too much ale and I bet I could roam
Too far away lands and be back in a year
With nothing on me but a bag and rapier

The first part was simple, a friend picked me up
He stopped on an island, he owed me a buck
Provided supplies and the path lay down bright
And the mood was so high until then came the night

So I'm waiting and waiting a ship hits the shore
Again it's just pirates or cutthroats and more
But I'm longing for home so I'm joining the scrubs
Let me tell you my friend: Naval hitchhiking sucks

Seven days later my courage was lost
Had desperately searched all my luggage's slots
For now I am wasted and willing to starve
And I am embracing the pitiful smart

The first part was simple now what a mistake
He stopped on an island no way to escape
Used all the supplies and no mast and no flag
Had appeared on the shore so I ate my own leg

So I'm waiting and waiting a ship hits the shore
Again it's just pirates or cutthroats or more
But I'm longing for home so I'm joining the scrubs
Let me tell you my friend: Naval hitchhiking sucks

So I'm waiting and waiting a ship hits the shore
Again it's just pirates or cutthroats or more
But I'm longing for home so I'm joining the scrubs
Let me tell you my friend: Naval hitchhiking sucks

Ahoi!