| Sterling Hayden on a barge in Amsterdam | 
| One of those backwater Dutch canals | 
| A bottle of Johnny Walker between his legs | 
| Drunk but articulate as hell | 
| He was saying, «Yeah, I ratted on people | 
| During the McCarthy hearings, huh, you haven’t the foggiest notion | 
| Of the contempt I have for myself, maybe that’s why we drink, eh? | 
| Some damn thing, shipwrecks the heart, huh? | 
| Yah» | 
| Sterling Hayden on a three-masted schooner | 
| Kidnapped his kids and sailed 'round the globe | 
| But a man can sail around in one big circle | 
| And not escape his wounded sailor’s soul | 
| So heave her up the main sail, boys | 
| Heave her up and away we’ll go | 
| We’re bound for the bay where the white whale plays | 
| In the midnight straits of Jericho | 
| And if ever I return, Pretty Peggy O | 
| All your cities I will burn, yes, I would | 
| With your cardboard sea and your paper moon | 
| O’er the penny arcade called Hollywood | 
| He ran guns through the German lines in World War II | 
| The Viking God stood six-feet-five | 
| Played in 'Johnny Guitar and The Asphalt Jungle' | 
| 'The Killing' and 'The Long Goodbye' | 
| I saw him once on the Johnny Carson show | 
| Late in his troubled career | 
| He said, «Just give me a room over lookin' the Hudson | 
| With a mattress and a typewriter and I’ll write you | 
| A helluva novel, my dears» | 
| So here’s to all the tough guy actors | 
| And the false gods who made 'em | 
| And wherever he sails tonight on the Seven Seas | 
| May the Lord sail with Sterling Hayden |