Across star-spangled shiny slipways,
there is a land of high and low ways,
across the borders of modern thinking,
upon the shores of an island sinking.

Upon the shores of an island sinking,
there is a horse that stands there blinking,
I ask you now – "where did they go?"
wait – my friend – where did you go?

And rowed by men of dauntless courage,
we sank to the bottom with all our luggage,
and thanked the captain most sincerely,
you’ve been too kind, we love you, dear.