Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars
Petti-coats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
Hustle on down to the bars
Where the juke-box is blastin' and the liquor is flowin'
An occasional bottle of wine
That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
To be living and dying in three quarter time
And it's dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,
take me to stars that you know
Come on and dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,
I want so badly to go
Well, the left foot it'll follow
Oh, Nautical Wheelers save me
(repeat Chorus)