| Under the sea, there’s a colony of bees | 
| And a man called Fred who will shoot you dead | 
| If you try to steal from his apiary sealed | 
| With magic spells at the gate to hell | 
| He’ll kill you in your sleep | 
| If you so much as take a single peek | 
| Set sail across the waves | 
| Where we will stop no man can say | 
| The alcohol stores are running low | 
| So into the deep blue yonder go | 
| Set sail across the waves | 
| Where we will stop no man can say | 
| We’ll end our quest by following the smell | 
| That leads us to the Mead from Hell | 
| He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds | 
| That’ll get you high, assuming you don’t die | 
| And you probably find that it makes you go blind | 
| From the alcoholic proof (it's through the roof) | 
| We seek the mead from hell | 
| The endless search for the infernal hydromel | 
| Set sail across the waves | 
| Where we will stop no man can say | 
| The alcohol stores are running low | 
| So into the deep blue yonder go | 
| Set sail across the waves | 
| Where we will stop no man can say | 
| We’ll end our quest by following the smell | 
| That leads us to the Mead from Hell | 
| We’ve found the mead from hell | 
| The infernal hydromel | 
| The booze is in our grasp | 
| Now it’s time to kick your ass | 
| Set sail across the waves | 
| Where we will stop no man can say | 
| The alcohol stores are running low | 
| So into the deep blue yonder go | 
| Set sail across the waves | 
| Where we will stop no man can say | 
| We’ll end our quest by following the smell | 
| That leads us to the Mead from Hell | 
| Set sail! | 
| Set sail! | 
| Set sail! | 
| Set sail for the Mead from Hell |