Flying Into Mystery Songtext
von Christy Moore

Sixteen Fishermen raving out on the town on E
Sixteen peacocks leave their nest and go flying into mystery
They try to cut the Spanish look, but they look so untidy
Don′t ask too much, you'll never get enough
When you′re flying into mystery
Flying into mystery when they should be out seafaring
Run out the jib and rig the boom, step back reality
When their ship is on the ocean their nights are so empty
They weary of the smelly fish and the wash of the salty sea
Sixteen jolly ravers each one carrying his own caul
They believe it will keep death away
When they face the angry squall
Why face the angry squall


When you could go Go-Go dancing
Run out the jib and rig the boom, step back reality
Yabba Dabba Da, Yabba Dabba Da, yat tie a rat tie a rat tie a rada
Yabba Dabba Da, Yabba Dabba Da, yat tie a rat tie a rat
To the Sixteen Fishermen raving O the girls look so fancy
You could ate your fry off the back of her neck
If you want some more say please
When fishermen are feeling good they feel it musically
They go down singing shanties to the dance floor all at sea
To the dance floor all at sea go the Sixteen Fishermen raving
Run out the jib and rig the boom, step back reality
Flying into mystery when they should be out seafaring
Run out the jib and rig the boom, step back reality