Sailors:
Heave ho, heave ho
I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue
And it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho
Brave sailor beware, for a big 'un's a-brewin'
Mysterious fathoms below
Heave-ho, heave-ho
I'll sing you a song of the king of the sea
And it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho
The ruler of all of the ocean is he
In mysterious fathoms below
Fathoms below, below
From whence wayward westerlies blow
Where Triton is king and his merpeople sing
In mysterious fathoms below

Eric:
Isn't this great?

Grimsby:
Oh yes, delightful.

Eric:
The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face, I
love it!

Grimsby:
You love it?  I'm about to heave-ho myself!

Sailors:
Heave-ho, heave-ho
I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue
And it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho
Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you
In mysterious fathoms below

Grimsby:
Eric, please!  Get your royal keister down from there!

Eric:
Oh, Grim, nothing's going to...  Woah!

Grimsby:
Eric, Eric!  It is not at all princely...  Oh, I loathe storms!

Sailor:
Ha!  This ain't no storm.  That's a storm!  Way out there...

The king of the ocean is angry
So trouble's a-brewin' out there
I'm tellin' you, lad, when King Triton is mad
How the waves'll buck, rock to and fro
Hold on, good luck, as down you go

Sailors:
For Triton is king of the bottomless blue
And it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho
Beware of the magic his merpeople do
In mysterious fathoms below
Heave-ho, heave-ho

Eric:
Who are they singing about, sailor?  Who is King Triton?

Sailor:
Why, ruler of the merpeople, lad!  And a powerful lord is he!

Eric:
The merpeople?

Sailor:
Aye, and they's lives down there,
With the bodies of fish and the rest of 'em human!
Yes, it's what fifty years at sea will do to you.
Make fun of yer like! But I seen 'em!  Blast!