Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a faithful trip,
That started back at EZCruz,
Aboard this piece of s***.
The mate was drunk as Hogans goat,
Skipper f***ed up too.
Three passengers set sail that day,
They didn't have a clue.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was f***ed.
Out of beer and out of smokes,
The whole day really sucked.
They bailed their boat the best they could,
With their beer cans and their cups,
Then they beached their boat at Mattowoman,
Where the Navy blew them up.
Each time you pass this point my friends,
You're sure to get a smile.
The Hooter Hunter and a thousand beer cans,
Scattered for three miles.