Under the sea, there's a colony of bees And a man named Fred who will shoot you dead If you try to steal from his apiary sealed With magic spells at the gate to hell He'll kill you in your sleep If you so much as take a single peek Set sail across the waves Where we will stop no man can say The alcohol stores are running low So into the deep blue yonder go Set sail across the waves Where we will stop no man can say We'll end our quest by following the smell That leads us to the Mead from Hell He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds That'll get you high, assuming you don't die And you probably find that it makes you go blind From the alcoholic proof (it's through the roof) We seek the mead from hell The endless search for the infernal hydromel Set sail across the waves Where we will stop no man can say The alcohol stores are running low So into the deep blue yonder go Set sail across the waves Where we will stop no man can say We'll end our quest by following the smell That leads us to the Mead from Hell We've found the mead from hell The infernal hydromel The booze is in our grasp Now it's time to kick your ass Set sail! Set sail! Set sail! Set sail for the Mead from Hell