She's a cod girl. . .don't love tuna,
Loves steamed fish, careful about fugu.
She's a raw girl, crazy 'bout shellfish,
Sea horses, and sashimi too.

It's a long day, fishing for red snapper,
It's the sea way: gulls on the yardarm.
Then there's a bad storm, and it kicks up a twister;
It's such a bad storm, it's cause for alarm.

Now we're sea, sea squallin',
Now we're sea, sea squallin'.

Water's so high, were down in a valley--
The waves bound; the weather pounds us hard.
I wish we saw buoys, 'cause that would mean the shallows.
We can see no gulls. . .albatross on the yard.

Now we're sea, sea squallin',
Now we're sea, sea squallin'.
Sea squallin', we are sea squallin', I re-
peat, squallin' chorus, "sea squallin". . . .

We're gonna go down--the sheets are luffin';
We're now out of the hurricane's eye.
Goldarn sea squall is huffin; and puffin',
I hope we see Gilligan's Isle.

'Cause we're sea, sea squallin'.
Yeah, we're sea, sea squallin'. . . .