Oh we're sailing the seas with the wind in our hair
Long-haired men in leather rocking everywhere
But there's one little issue a tale of dread
Avoiding diarrhea is what's on our heads!
On a ship with metalheads dressed in black leather tight
We're rocking all day and partying all night
A little Mexican man at the restaurant door
Singing "washi-washi" can't ignore
He sings "washi-washi" as we pass by
We can't help but laugh with a twinkle in our eye
Avoiding the runs on the high seas
With rock and roll and heavy metal breeze
"Washi-washi" sings our amigo with flair
Diarrhea on the ship beware beware!
The buffet's looking tempting but we take it slow
Choosing wisely gotta know where to go
No mystery meat no sketchy stew
Sticking to the fries and the ocean's view
He sings "washi-washi" as we pass by
We can't help but laugh with a twinkle in our eye
Avoiding the runs on the high seas
With rock and roll and heavy metal breeze
"Washi-washi" sings our amigo with flair
Diarrhea on the ship beware beware!
In the mosh pit thrashing with delight
We hold on tight trying to win the fight
But deep inside we know the score
It's the bathroom run we can't ignore
Avoiding the runs on the high seas
With rock and roll and heavy metal breeze
"Washi-washi" sings our amigo with flair
Diarrhea on the ship beware beware!
So here's to the journey with a hearty cheer
To metal and laughter and friends so dear
And the little Mexican man singing by the door
"Washi-washi" we'll remember evermore!