We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Round Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
We got into a fight
I feel so broke up - I want to go home

So hoist up the John B sails
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home
Oh let me go home
I feel so broke up
I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the captain's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff Johnstone
Please let me alone
I feel so broke up - I wanna go home

The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all of the grits
And then he took and he eat up all of my corn
Let me go home
Oh let me go home
This is the worst trip - I've ever been on