To the tune of Gilligan's Island 
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started with a few quiet beers
Aboard this tiny ship.
All mates who think they can hold their booze
The skipper head-shaved and unsure
Forty-Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour cruise, a three hour cruise.
The mood started getting rough,
The rookie was tied up,
If the admin had any courage to deal with their drunken crew
Club culture wouldn't be at such a loss, Fev wouldn't be the only one told to get lost
The ship set ground on the shore after a short while
With sticks Kernahan
And Swanny too,
Betts, Walker and Houlihan are in strife,
The Judd-ster
Professor Wiggins and all in the can,
Here on a police file.
