1640. the caribbean sea, the wind was just a breeze Heading for a western shore, the barque was sailing east Close hauled into the eye The "unicorn" was riding high on the tide And the rum went down their throats, with a twist of wine Just... after midnight, nobody saw the antigua shore Just... after midnight, nobody heard the thunder roar Ohh... they were heading straight for the reefs Just... after midnight, they were caught by the storm (Solos Shermann/Denner) 1640. the caribbean sea, the wind was not just a breeze The captain and the crew were fighting for their lives But they didn't stand a chance with their drunken minds Going down, to their watery graves Going down, going down Fifteen men and a bottle of rum It's the captain and the crew of the "unicorn" Listen hard on a stormy night And you just might hear them singing that rhyme Oh yeah, a ghost that never dies Fifteen men and a bottle of rum It's the captain stuck in the "unicorn" Oh yeah, a ghost that never dies It's a warning, storm is coming, yeah, you better look out
