Sign aboard now if you’ve got the heart

But know what you’re in for before we start

We’re going for breadfruit and tropical spice

But how we get there should make you think twice



You’ll know the terrors you hoped were just tales

Going round the Horn

You’ll live on rancid meat and bread that’s gone stale

Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn



When we arrive you will be shocked to see

Lovely young native girls and they are free

The men they are friendly, the weather is warm

To get there the captain’s going South round the Horn.



The wind is so fierce it could sure shred the sail

Going round the Horn

The true hellish home of Ahab’s white whale

Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn



You’ll spend your days lounging under a palm

Watching the sea and the sea’s always calm

But before that you will curse being born

‘Cause to get there we’re all going south round the 

Horn.



You’re head will bleed from the barrage of hail

Going round the Horn.

That frozen wasteland is worse than a jail

Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn



The beach, the food, and the girls are so nice

There’s a reason they all call it Cook’s Paradise

So sign up now for the islands we’re sworn

If we survive going south round the Horn



You’ll meet the mother of all living Gales

Going round the horn

So cold it will freeze your hand to the rail

Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn



They’ll give us tattoos to help celebrate

With Rum and with Grog we will all toast our fate

So sign up boys, but still I must warn

Dangers abound going south round the horn.



The jagged i-ice the mists they do veil

Going Round the horn

But if you’ve got the heart we cannot fail

Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn

Going round the Horn/Going round the Horn