Text: The Doors. Land Oh!.

Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee.
He said, "Son, I'm goin' crazy From livin' on the land.
Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sands."
This old man was graceful, with silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and He walked for country miles.
Singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty.
Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free.
I've got three ships and sixty men, A course for ports unread.
I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow Till half of us are dead.
Land ho!
Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill, Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five, Gonna skin that litlle girl alive.
If I get my hands on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you. All right! Land ho!
Yeah, land ho Yeah, land ho
Well, if I get back home And I feel all right
You know I'm gonna love you tonight
Love tonight Love tonight
Yeah, land ho!