The captain he decided we’d all go ‘round the horn
In that fateful moment a hatred it was born.
The trip was truly awful with the sleet and hail and 
wind
And by the time we turned back we’d lost 14 men
With that act the captain had lit a deadly spark
That would sit and smolder waiting in the dark
Before you lay your judgment please hear our story 
through
And you’ll see there was just one thing we could do
Mutiny! ...Mutiny! 
The futile try it added almost four weeks to our trip
And when we hit the islands we just wanted off that 
ship.
Exotic natives greeted us, girls beckoned from the 
beach
Our captain he decided a cruel lesson he would teach. 
The captain said “now look here lads, your attitude’s 
quite poor
And for your bitter discontent you’ll not step foot on 
the shore.”
So aboard our ship we sat as the forbidden plot took 
shape
We knew when that word was spoke that there’d be no 
escape from…
Mutiny! ...Mutiny! 
We all knew the risks when we lit that fuse 
But from where we stood we had nothing left to lose 
The crew had reached their limit, the captain crossed 
the line. 
And the crew all stared that icy stare, ‘cause we knew 
it was time for 
Mutiny! ... Mutiny! 
Three long hellish weeks we waited, anchored in the bay
And cursed the captain’s officers as they went ashore 
each day.
And when the captain finally said “It’s time the sails 
were set.”
Off we sailed dreaming of girls we never met.
“Now we’ll make a second run to the horn” the captain 
said
But we knew that we would choose a different path 
instead
All that day we waited till the sun was setting low
And in the blood-red darkness were whispers down below 
of
Mutiny! ...Mutiny! 
The officers were the first to go, they went down one 
by one
As we approached the captain’s door, we were nearly 
done
The crew took all his weapons, but we gave him time to 
dress
When he was done, we bound him and threw him with the 
rest.
Those that chose to join us we let stay on through the 
trip
The rest got tack and old salt beef and booted off the 
ship
They wanted the Horn so desperately, so we left them to 
the sea
And sailed back to that island to take a sailor’s ease 
from
Mutiny! ...Mutiny! 
We all knew the risks when we lit that fuse 
But from where we stood we had nothing left to lose 
The crew had reached their limit, the captain crossed 
the line. 
And the crew all stared that icy stare, ‘cause we knew 
it was time for 
Mutiny! ... Mutiny! 
Now we stand before you knowing of our chosen fate
And now you know the cruelty of the story we relate
Goin’ round the horn again we knew there was no hope
So we chose a little pleasure and our end here from a 
rope…