The Captain´s fore-arm like bunched-up rope
With A-N-I-T-A wriggling free on a skull´n´dagger
And a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor
Etched into his upper...

O o o´ Cabin Fever!
O o o´ Cabin Fever!

Slams his fucking tin-dish down
Our Captain, takes time to crush
Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
With a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag
And a morbid lump of Love in his flags
Done is the Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, upon the stain

Cabin Fever! O o o´ Cabin Fever!

The captains free-hand is a cleaver
Which he fashions his beard, and he rations his jerky!
And carves his peg outta the finest mahogany!

Or was it Ebony?
Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch
´Cause the sea offers nothing to hold or touch
Notch by notch, winter by winter
Notch by notch, winter by winter
Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter

O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
O the rollin sea keeps rollin on!
O the rollin sea keeps rollin on!
She´s everywhere! now that she´s gone!
She´s everywhere! now that she´s gone! Gone! Gone!
O Cabin Fever!

Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious
Raisin her host of hair from her crooks
And struggling to summon one of her looks!

His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes
Whips all the bottles that he´s drunken
Like crystal - skittles about the cabin
Of a ship they´d been sailing
Five years sunken