It was a long winter, but spring finally came
And all the men on the ship held a feast
Yeah, through long-lived nights and much blood and sweat
The helmsman toiled like a horse
He was a scrawny little oddball who was hungry for experience
But the rations were mostly water and corn
He stood by the helm all day, and wagered with Skagen
About the fastest way to Cape Horn
Set the table
When the sea was calm, we would get free from the clamor
Everyone sat down and played cards
The helmsman dealt while the rest of us played
And money changed owners quite fast
Carlos was distraught while many others smiled
They said "we're fleecing Carlos for all he has!"
And later when the verdict came, Carlos had lost it all
It was because he only collected spades
Row, row home to Transylvania
Forget about personalia1 and other trivialities
Set the table, send a telegram to Victoria
Because soon we will arrive
Victoria, set the table!
We had lost a couple of men, Carlos was the last
It happened when we lay at port in Marseille
He lost a drinking competition against The Belgian Chimpanzee
And now he sails no more.
In Hong Kong there was chaos, we struck reefs outside Laos
We never thought we get away alive
Then a native tribe came out and though the ship was a god
And hauled us out to open sea
Row, row home to Transylvania
Forget about personalia and other trivialities
Set the table, send a telegram to Victoria
Because soon we will arrive
Yeah, we sing
Row, row home to Transylvania
Forget about personalia and other trivialities
Set the table, send a telegram to Victoria
Because soon we will arrive
Set the table!
Victoria, set the table!
1. the personal information and belongings of an individual