Under the sea, there‘s a colony of bees

And a man named Fred who will shoot you dead

If you try to steal from his apiary sealed

With magic spells at the gate to hell

He‘ll kill you in your sleep

If you so much as take a single peek

Set sail across the waves

Where we will stop no man can say

The alcohol stores are running low

So into the deep blue yonder go

Set sail across the waves

Where we will stop no man can say

We‘ll end our quest by following the smell

That leads us to the Mead from Hell

He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds

That‘ll get you high, assuming you don‘t die

And you probably find that it makes you go blind

From the alcoholic proof (it‘s through the roof )

We seek the mead from hell

The endless search for the infernal hydromel

Set sail across the waves

Where we will stop no man can say

The alcohol stores are running low

So into the deep blue yonder go

Set sail across the waves

Where we will stop no man can say

We‘ll end our quest by following the smell

That leads us to the Mead from Hell

We‘ve found the mead from hell

The infernal hydromel

The booze is in our grasp

Now it‘s time to kick your ass

Set sail! Set sail! Set sail!

Set sail for the Mead from Hell