I’m sinking here in the ground,
My heart beginning to pound,
And I don’t know what to do.
Once sailing smooth,
Now unable to soothe,
And you’re here with me too.

The waves lapped gently,
And our laughs were plenty,
So peacefully we flew.
But bottle in hand,
The sea stroke up its band,
And we lost half our crew.

I found a small float,
Remainder from the boat,
Now I’m surrounded by blue.

I stagger about,
I scream and I shout,
My recipients are so few.

It was the drink,
That caused us to sink,
So for me, it was certainly due.

But aren’t we all sinking ships,
A burning problem in our grips,
Not knowing what on earth to do?