I was sitting by the surf
With a mate of mine named Murf
With a bucketful of prawns upon me knee (me knee)
When I'd swallowed the last prawn
I'd a Technicolor yawn
And I chundered in the old Pacific Sea

Drink it up (chug a lug chug a lug)
Drink it up (chug a lug chug a lug)
'Av a 'nother dozen tubes or two with me (with me)
And if you must shoot yer voice, mate
You 'aven't any choice
But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea

I've had liquid-laughs in bars
and I've hurled from moving cars
I've chundered where and when it pleases me (pleases me)
But if I could choose my spot
to regurgitate my lot
then I'd chunder in the old Pacific Sea

Drink it up...

But now I'm over here
I drink this old Budweiser beer
It tastes so weak, the outter sell it free (sell it free)
I sent some over home, the buggers couldn't stand the foam
And they chundered in the old Pacific sea

Drink it up...

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There's some that's bound for New York Town
And some that's bound for France
HEAVE AWAY ME JOHNNIES...

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Let's all shout for Huey!
Where can Huey be?...