If the sea was whiskey, and I was a diving duckIf the sea was whiskey, and I was a diving duckI'd dive to the bottom, and I don't know when I'd come upWell, I'm just here wonderingIf I'm a diving duckWith a matchbox on my clothesYes, I'm just here wonderingWith a matchbox on my clothesYou know if things don't get no betterDown the road I'll goTo see you againWell, the sea was whiskey, and I was a diving duckWith a matchbox on my clothesDown the road I'll goTo see you againWell, the sea was whiskey, and I don't know when I'd come upWhiskey and beer, they don't make me drunkWhiskey and beer, they don't make me drunkBut I believe my election is gonna make me pack my trunkSo I sing da – da – da da da da daAnd da – da – da da da da daAnd da – da – da da da da daDa, da, da, da, da