If The Sea Was Whiskey

If the sea was whiskey

And I was a diving duck

If the sea was whiskey

And I was a diving duck

I'd dive to the bottom

And I don't know if I'd come up

Well, I'm just here wondering

With a matchbox on my clothes

Yes, I'm just here wondering

With a matchbox on my clothes

You know if things don't get no better

Then down the road I go

Whiskey and beers

They don't make me drunk

Whiskey and beers

They don't make me drunk

But I believe my election

Make me pack my trunk

So, I sing da-da-da-da...