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 break up, I want to go home
 
So hoist up John B.'s sails
See how the main sail sets
Send for the captain ashore, let me go home
let me go home, I want to go home
I feel so break up, I want to go home
 
Well, the first mate, he got drunk
and destroyed the people's trunk
a Constable come aboar, take him away
Sheriff Johnstone, please let me alone
I feel so break-up, I wnat to go home
 
Well, the poor cook he got fits
throw 'way all the grits
then he took and eat up all my corn
Let me go home, I want to go home
oh, this is the worst trip since I been born