Mary, what can I do to make you feel same as I do? Stow me away to Ballico Bay But I’ve got no sea legs at all Sailors, they know the score They don’t come to port every storm They’ve got fair weather gals and rainy day dames and they’re gone on the wing before dawn Man overboard against all of the evidence Girl under seige doth protest that she wants to be alone The clown’s in the water The ship’s pulling out The circus won’t ever leave town He sees a lover and she sees another man overboard So she channels Garbo Carves a halo of smoke Still he spies through his watery eyes and cries Mary, what can I do? --- The clown’s in the water The ship’s pulling out The circus won’t ever leave town He sees a lover and she sees another man overboard another man overboard another man overboard