All The Way To Peking

 

Ol’ Captain Kirk

Is ready for the trip

This time he has no ship floating in the stars

The Orange Beetle

Leaves behind the steeple

And all the country people sitting at the bar

Twenty thousand leagues under the sea

Cruisin all the way down to Peking

Every now and then

The “Shark-eaten man”

Asks for a cocktail, “Americano” Style

A travelin’ fever

Down the Erro river

Don’t care about your liver when Freddy Kruger smiles

Twenty thousand leagues under the sea

Cruisin all the way down to Peking

Rolling and pitching, and raising and sinking

Oiling up the gear

Have another beer

Drink away your fears

Let the wind blow through your hair

Ol’ Captain Kirk

Has left behind the ship

Made a last trip, he’s floating in the stars