Stand, Navy, out to sea, Fight our battle cry; We’ll never change our course, So vicious foe steer shy-y-y-y. Roll out the TNT, Anchors Aweigh. Sail on to victory And sink their bones to Davy Jones, hooray! Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh. Farewell to foreign shores, we sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay. Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam, Until we meet once more, Here’s wishing you a happy voyage home. And so we sing, and sail away, only to visit Davy Jones’ locker another day.