1640, the Caribbean sea, the wind was just a breeze
Heading for a western shore, the barque was sailing east
Close hauled into the eye
The unicorn was riding high on the tide
And the rum went down their throats, with a twist of wine
Just after midnight, nobody saw the antigua shore
Just after midnight, nobody heard the thunder roar
Ohh they were heading straight for the reefs
Just, after midnight, they were caught by the storm
1640, the Caribbean sea, the wind was not just a breeze
The captain and the crew were fighting for their lives
But they didn't stand a chance with their drunken minds
Going down, to their watery graves
Going down, going down
Fifteen men and a bottle of rum
It's the captain and the crew of the unicorn
Listen hard on a stormy night
And you just might hear them singing that rhyme
Oh yeah, a ghost that never dies
Fifteen men and a bottle of rum
It's the captain stuck in the unicorn
Oh yeah, a ghost that never dies
It's a warning, storm is coming, yeah, you better look out
