The decks were stacked, the wind blew low The wind blew high The stakes were low, the stakes were high Upon the My-O-My
Hands low, hands high Ho-ho-ho, hi-hi-hi Hands low, hands high Upon the My-O-My
How was I to know she was so shy? Upon the My-O-My Across the light, across the night You can hear the Captain's cry
Hands low, hands high Upon the My-O-My Got to make her roll, got to make her fly Upon the My-O-My
Now tell me, good Captain How does it feel To be driven away from your own steering wheel? Upon the My-O-My Upon the My-O-My Upon the My-O-My How does it feel To be driven away from your own steering wheel? Upon the My-O-My Upon the My-O-My