Down the coast from Yucatan!
But she went to hell off Cristobal
One night in a hurricane.
I got to shore on a broken oar,
In the filthy shrieking dark,
While the other two of the good ship’s crew
Were converted into shark.
From a sunbaked cliff, I flagged a skiff,
With a salt soaked pair of jeans,
Then worked my way for I couldn’t pay