There’s a song on the wind and it won’t go away
Same damn chorus every damn day
Every dock, every deck, every off-key crew
Singing it like it’s something brand new
I swear if I hear “sugar and tea” again
I’ll end that singer right here, my friend

Sink the Wellerman, end that song
It’s been hipster trendy far too long
We don’t sail for snacks and spice
We sail for gold and drunken vice
Kill that shanty, set me free
Or you’re walking the plank with your cup of tea

The winds blew up, the bow dipped down”
I hope that ship just starts to drown
The name of the ship was 'the Billy of Tea?'
That’s not a ship name, that’s comedy
We want gold, we want fire, we want carnage and guts
That acoustic folk-pop drives us nuts

Sink the Wellerman, end that song
It’s been hipster trendy far too long
We don’t sail for snacks and spice
We sail for gold and drunken vice
Kill that shanty, set me free
Or you’re walking the plank with your cup of tea

You chase one whale for forty days
We raid three ports in forty ways
You wait on “soon” like it’s a plan
We take what we want, don’t ask the man
No grit, no edge, no blood, no bite
Just that stupid shanty all damn night


'Oh soon may the Wellerman come…' Yeah, cool.
Tell him to maybe stop coming

No more tea…
No more song…
If he starts it up…
he won’t last long…

Sink the Wellerman, drop that beat
Throw that chorus into the deep
We’re storm and steel, we’re loud and wrong
Not a floating acoustic singalong
Sing it again, I guarantee
You’re walking the plank with that cup of tea


Sink the Wellerman, end that song
It’s been hipster trendy far too long
We don’t sail for snacks and spice
We sail for gold and drunken vice
Kill that shanty, set me free
Or you’re walking the plank with your cup of tea

“When the Wellerman comes…”
I hope he hits a reef.