My breakfast lies over the ocean, 
My dinner lies over the sea,
My stomach is in a commotion, 
Don't mention my supper to me.

Chorus:

Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring Back my bucket to me, to me,
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring Back my bucket to me, to me!

I really felt rotten this morning, 
They tell me I really looked pale,
My stomach gave adequate warning,
To lean far out over the rail.

The sound of a stomach in motion,
A murmuring noise inside me, 
I looked down and there on the water,
Was breakfast and dinner and tea.