Nah… the sea is not for me!

Sand gets in awkward places where
You never thought were even there
And the sun reflects and burns so bright
My white skin turns bright red in fright

Nah… the sea is not for me!

And Davey Jones has the only key
To the locker that would enclose me
If Maria were to hear me think aloud
About pretty mermaids or a sea cow.

Nah… the sea is not for me!

But make no mistake my salty friend
When a seafood restaurant I attend
I revel in the succulent taste
Of the bounty of Neptune’s briny place

But… the sea is not for me!