Oh Captain my captain, our ships going to sink
Storm winds and tornados, for once, did you not think
That taking us into the stormfront so brazen
For all our passengers would be less than amazing
Soon our ship will be sinking, the fat lady sung
The band finished playing and our ending has come
But must we observe tradition and go down with the ship?
It’s a bloody ferry from Liverpool on a cross Mersey trip!
And most importantly, no one ever said
That you’d ever hit an iceberg fresh out of Birkenhead!