Em         B7      Am   Em         B7     Em

[Verse 1]
Em
Our Chinese cook, he grabbed all he could took
                              B7
He said, "No storm is stoppin' me!"
   Am        Em                    B7
He made fricassee of a sea anemone
                          Em
Down at the bottom of the sea

[Verse 2]
Em
I turned to my first officer and I said,
                            B7
"What have you got to say to me?"
      Am           Em                          B7
Well, he turned and said, "I'm in over my head."
                          Em
Down at the bottom of the sea

[Verse 3]
Em
A She-Kraken, lurkin' under my men
                              B7
Looked up at their legs hungrily
Am          Em                                   B7
She counted eight so she thought she found a mate
                          Em
Down at the bottom of the sea

They kicked and they fought but it was all for naught
                                 B7
'Cause she just wouldn't set 'em free
Am          Em                             B7
She had them taut in a tight sailor's knot
                          Em
Down at the bottom of the sea

[Chorus]
Am                  Em
Some men call to God
Am                  Em
When their number's up
Am                  Em
Some cry for their mums
B7                                        Em
I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum

[Verse 4]
Em
Seaman Shaft, we all knew he was daft
                          B7
His story don't end happily
Am          Em                          B7
He drifted by with a fishgig in his eye
                          Em
Down at the bottom of the sea

[Verse 5]
Em
Down at the bottom was treasure galore,
                         B7
But guarding it so greedily
   Am         Em                            B7
Was an angry horde of skeletons with swords
                          Em
Down at the bottom of the sea (for the Horde!)

[Chorus]
Am                  Em
Some men call to God
Am                  Em
When their number's up
Am                  Em
Some cry for their mums
B7                                        Em
I just lament all these barrels of wasted rum

[Final]
Em         B7      Am   Em

B7
Down to the bottom of the—
B7
We're at the bottom of the—
B7
Stuck at the bottom of the deep, dark, crazy-ass fish dwellin'
                                    Em
Between the devil and the deep blue sea!