'cross the ocean, we have come so long and come so far.
We stormed the foreign landscape and claimed it ours.
'round the natives up, we'll drop them in mayonnaise jars.
And tack them to a scrap book as proof we came.

In my memoir it reads... it was the honest thing, and you would do the same.
(okay!)

Six hundred years, we have come so long and come so far.
Bye, bye. Bury me. Bury me.
Not even now the ocean can pull us apart.
Bye, bye. Bury me. Bury me.
And all I need is the wind because I got the wave.
Bye, bye. Bury me. Bury me.
What took a lifetime we could blow in a day.

What else could you say?

But too bad, too bad, boy
you gotta bury me
too bad, too bad, boy
you gotta bury me
bye, bye, bye,
bye, bye, bye, bye, bye,
bye, bye, bye,
bye, bye, bye, bye, bye...