In the last desperate days of the war
worn out with our backs against the wall
we pushed our boys out of planes
with no parachutes bombs or anything
so the enemy’d know how serious we were
And after the war I wandered
lookin’ for a place to settle down
and I planted my flag on this platform
that I built in the Sargasso Sea
and I’m sittin’ on a big box of money with my rifle
And I spend most of my days on this wide open sea
catchin’ birds and playing my guitar
I paint the birds let them fly away
and write a new song almost everyday
And skeleton ships drift by
lost through the centuries
their crews cry, "hey, what ho, hey!"
We’re all ghosts in the Sargasso Sea
And I spend most of my days
catchin’ birds and playing my guitar
I paint the birds let them fly away
and write a new song almost everyday
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