The Salty Sea Rant(Looney Version)

Sailing ship to port Tis evening or is it day With time my brain has wilted fray I steer the ore I yell my salt If I crash, tis not my fault I repeat the fault I have in mind Steering the ship to port Under attack as well Blue roosters under a spell Squirting lemon juice Tis simply not my day Or so I tell my psychiatrist often.