I'm on my way, got no time to waste. Places to go, people to chase. Gonna grab my comb 'n' my toothpaste. Gotta get away from here. . Twenty-one years from the day I was born.
Go my way and I'll be good to you. Go my way and your dreams will all come true. In the sunset the wild waves are callin'. My shadow is followin' you.
All around old Cape Horn. Ships of the line, ships of the morn. Some who wish they'd never been born. They are the ghosts of Cape Horn. . Fal deral da riddle de rum.