If The Sea Was Whiskey

If the sea was whiskey
And I was a diving duck
If the sea was whiskey
And I was a diving duck
I’d dive to the bottom
And I don’t know if I’d come up
Well, I’m just here wondering
With a matchbox on my clothes
Yes, I’m just here wondering
With a matchbox on my clothes
You know if things don’t get no better
Then down the road I go
Whiskey and beers
They don’t make me drunk
Whiskey and beers
They don’t make me drunk
But I believe my election
Make me pack my trunk
So, I sing da-da-da-da…