I hate to wake up when everyone is gone If I could count all the times that my heart did shake If I could count all the gallons of rum I drank If I could count all the nights that I stayed awake If I could count all the times that the ship did shake I hate to wake up when everyone is gone If I could count all the times that my heart did shake If I could count all the nights that I stayed awake If I could count all the gallons of rum I drank If I could count all the times that the ship did shake In the night, the stars are shimmering above And in the night, the sea is menacing below And in the night, you forget how small you are And in the day, take a gander and know I hate to wake up when everyone is gone