OH COME PITY ME, A POOR MAD SAILOR   STRANDED ON THIS LOVE   HERE I LIE LIKE DRIFTWOOD, HONEY   IS THIS WHAT I?VE BECOME      I GO HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER   AT A LADY?S WILL, UNDER YOU      AT A LADY?S WILL   I?M DRIFTING STILL   I?M DRIFTING STILL      SO I ASK IN FADING INNOCENCE   AND ALL MY YOUTHFUL RAGE   WILL YOUR HANDS STILL TOUCH ME   WHEN MY FACE HAS FALLEN IN WITH AGE      I GO HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER   AT A LADY?S WILL, UNDER YOU      HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER   AT A LADY?S WILL, UNDER YOU      AT A LADY?S WILL   I?M DRIFTING STILL   I?M DRIFTING STILL      HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER   AT A LADY?S WILL   HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER   AT A LADY?S WILL