I hate to wake up when everyone is gone
If I could count all the times that my heart did shake
If I could count all the gallons of rum I drank
If I could count all the nights that I stayed awake
If I could count all the times that the ship did shake
I hate to wake up when everyone is gone
If I could count all the times that my heart did shake
If I could count all the nights that I stayed awake
If I could count all the gallons of rum I drank
If I could count all the times that the ship did shake
In the night, the stars are shimmering above
And in the night, the sea is menacing below
And in the night, you forget how small you are
And in the day, take a gander and know
I hate to wake up when everyone is gone