the ship of fools is coming in take me off i ve got to eat same old stories same old thing letting out and pulling in mister there s a caravan parked out back restless hoping for a christian rider the black book a grappling hook a hangman s noose on a burnt out tree guess we must be getting close to tombstone the last time we had eaten was when the flies were going for free you could count the hardships by the open doors but sandwiched in between were the fishermen who still wished they could sail from tennessee to arizona so hold on won t be long the call is on the line hold on sister s gone south to give the sign we picked up dracula in memphis it was just about the break of day and then hastily prayed for our souls to be saved there was something in the air that made us kind of weary by the time we got to swansea it was getting dark mumbles jungles bugles and the prize the tides turned west at ammanford as if they didn t know what to do but garnant stood its ground and asked for more all the people seemed quite glad to see us shaking hands and smiling at the clock well we gave them all the message that the ship of fools was sailed make sure they all got home for christmas  so hold on won t be long the call is on the line hold on sister s gone south to give the sign