Well, we're off to sea
The perfect stage for folks like me
Name is what I'm makin'
Was my plan, got taken down, you see
Got the worst duty
Scrape the barnacles, this sucks, you see
The hull is gigantic, does my shoulders damage
With ev'ry one flung free

Takes up my time (time), this feels so wrong (wrong)
Pain spikes like hell, I don't know why
It's what I must do, night after long night, I scream

Well, now we can't leave
All the extra weight will cause some drag, you see
Like if you tried runnin' with anchors on your buttocks
Bad hydrodynamics, yeesh
So it's up to me
Scrapin' off clingy bastards, keep things clean
It's confusin', to be honest:
How can this enormous job be completed by one dweeb?

It will take time (time), a bit too much (much)
"A while" is under-said by miles
It feels like there's no right word to describe this, geez
What have I done (done)? Does not seem nice (nice)
This job is quite the big-ass one
Just one guy to revive the ship's speed? Why? And how?
Sounds nuts, at least to me
Is it just me?

The stench of brine (brine), encrusted salt (salt)
These were my wants (these were my wants), I cannot lie (I cannot lie)
But now they're gone
Won't bring me peace of mind, that's what my
Plan was but that's dead now (it was but that's dead now)
Tons of tiny barnacles (whoa-oh, tons of barnacles)
I have no might (might), I'm not that strong (strong, I'm not it)
All that I longed (all that I longed) for was the sights (to see the sights)
They may still come
But not now, it's not right, tell me why
No help will come around (no help will come around)
To remove these barnacles
These damn barnacles