My ropes are loose… Near out of control Far beyond my highest speed Looking out of the ship’s porthole Tipsy from a quart of mead Tonight I’m one sheet in the wind’s eye Thinkin’ I’ll down another quart Soon I will be sailing high Hangin’ on till I hit that port No room for error… No time for shuteye No room for error… No time for shuteye (Chorus) Deep waters make for watery graves Drunken sailors are lost in the swell of the waves Prayers and omens while they’re flounderin’ When they’re three sheets to the wind (Verse 2) A tottering course… A bit unsteady Ship sails flappin’ in the breeze A sailor’s life is rough and ready For hittin’ those high seas And like an old drunk staggers groggily Toper and tossed about My sea legs have gone from under me Lookin’ for some Irish stout No room for error… No time for shuteye No room for error… No time for shuteye (Chorus) Deep waters make for watery graves Drunken sailors are lost in the swell of the waves Prayers and omens while they’re flounderin’ When they’re three sheets to the wind (Guitar Solo) (Down Chorus) Deep waters make for watery graves Drunken sailors are lost in the swell of the waves Prayers and omens while they’re flounderin’ When they’re three sheets to the wind (Outro Chorus) (2X - Fade Out) Deep waters make for watery graves Drunken sailors are lost in the swell of the waves Prayers and omens while they’re flounderin’ When they’re three sheets to the wind