OH COME PITY ME, A POOR MAD SAILOR STRANDED ON THIS LOVE HERE I LIE LIKE DRIFTWOOD, HONEY IS THIS WHAT I'VE BECOME I GO HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER AT A LADY'S WILL, UNDER YOU AT A LADY'S WILL I'M DRIFTING STILL I'M DRIFTING STILL SO I ASK IN FADING INNOCENCE AND ALL MY FULL RAGE WILL YOUR HANDS STILL TOUCH ME WHEN MY FACE HAS FALLEN IN WITH AGE I GO HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER AT A LADY'S WILL, UNDER YOU HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER AT A LADY'S WILL, UNDER YOU AT A LADY'S WILL I'M DRIFTING STILL I'M DRIFTING STILL HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER AT A LADY'S WILL HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER AT A LADY'S WILL