Gatesy: See the lonely township, peacefully sleeping.
The sun hides once again behind the sea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea
Angel kisses
Yon: (Makes \"kiss kiss kiss flutter flutter flutter\" noises)
Gatesy: But sinners can't escape so easily.
Yon: The murderers, the thieves, and the fraudulent.
Tripod: The overweight, the working-class, the foreigners.
Scod: Urgh!
Tripod: They all must beware, for what's that looming there?
An evil spectre on the sea!
Scod: Wooooaw!
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Ghost Ship!
Ghost Ship!
Gatesy: Coming to get them
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Scod: Sinners, beware!
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Scod: Ain't no escaping
Tripod: the Ghost Ship coming there
Yon: Toot toot!
Scod: Its masts are made of piled-up skulls,
Its decks are made of human nuts.
Its sails are made of sailor skin.
Tripod: Its guts are made of
Scod: guts!
Tripod: It's a feat of engineering.
Yon: I wonder who built it?
Gatesy: I wonder who built it as well, Yonny.
Gatesy: Out of the night, under the ocean stars,
I was standing with my baby on the boardwalk, and the Ghost Ship was there.
I took her to the pictures,
And then I took her home, yeah!
And then I took her to heaven, you know what I mean
Gatesy: And it was kind of dirty, and we got out the Glad Wrap
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Gatesy: My baby kisses like a
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Gatesy: I touched my baby on her
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Gatesy: My trousers are bursting
Scod: All right, all right, stop the train! Just a minute, all right, okay.
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Yon: Expressing my feelings
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Yon: Being a good listener
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Yon: A thoughtful companion
Scod: I don't even know what this song's about any more!
Scod: The woman's a sinner, she's gonna be dragged away
Gatesy: But not before I bone her on the boardwalk till the morning comes!
Yon: I bought a sentimental card, with flowers and a pink desi-i-ign.
Scod: She'll be torn apart by demons
Gatesy: While she's touching my buns!
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Yon: A caring environment
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Scod: A den of the damned
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Gatesy: Overtly sexual
Scod: Murderous!
Yon: Empathy!
Tripod: Ghost Ship!
Gatesy: Yeah! Give it to me!