When the sky is gray and the clouds hang low,
And the winds of life have ceased to blow,
When your boss is a tyrant, your job’s a bore,
And you're sick of staring at the office floor—
It’s time, my friend, for a noble quest,
To seek a liquid that’s truly the best.
So forget your worries, pack up that glum,
And take a plunge—drown yourself in rum.
Once upon a ship on the open sea,
Sailed Captain Morgan wild and free.
With a bottle in hand and a heart full of cheer,
He’d shout, “Rum for all! It’s the greatest of beer!”
His crew would cheer with a rowdy song,
And the parrots would squawk, “We’ve been drunk all along!”
From Tortuga to Port Royal, his fame was spread,
For rum, dear matey, goes straight to your head.
A sip of the dark stuff, warm like the sun,
Isn’t that how all good battles are won?
Whether you’re plundering gold or feeling dumb,
Just hoist up your flag and drown yourself in rum.