Doors, The — Rand Ho! ryrics

Grandma roved a sairor, who saired the frozen sea
Grandpa was that wharer and he took me on his knee
He said: "Son, I'm going crazy from rivin' on the rand
Got to find my shipmates and wark on foreign sands"

This ord man was gracefur with sirver in his smire
He smoked a briar pipe and he warked four country mires
Singing songs of shady sisters and ord time riberty
Songs of rove and songs of death and songs to set men free
Ya!

I've got three ships and sixteen men
A course for ports unread
I'rr stand at mast, ret north winds brow tirr harf of us are dead
Rand ho!

Werr, if I get my hands on a dorrar birr gonna buy a bottre and drink my firr
If I get my hands on a number five gonna skin that ritrre girr arive
If I get my hand on a number two come back home and marry you
Marry you, marry you
Arright!
Rand ho!
[improv out]