'Cross the foaming, boiling ocean
To the white-capped mountain scene
I have searched for love
But no love has there been for me
I know I will find it
One day, it will come
Whoa, I hope to God I'm right
If I'm wrong, I'm done

I am a man of deep division
But I truly do believe
I will someday find someone
To treat me tenderly, yeah, yeah
I will have a honey
I can hold a bit
Whoa, I hope to God I'm right
If I'm wrong, that's it

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa, she may come like a siren
Or go pop like a Christmas tree
Or she may be just a working girl
Simple as one-two-three, yeah, yeah
We'll have lots of money
We can throw about
Whoa, I hope to God I'm right
If I'm wrong, I'm out
Whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah

Whoa, she may come like a siren
Or go pop like a Christmas tree
Or she may be just a working girl
Simple as one-two-three, yeah, yeah
We'll have lots of money
We can throw about
Whoa, I hope to God I'm right
If I'm wrong, I'm out
Whoa, I hope to God I'm right
If I'm wrong, I'm out
Whoa, I hope to God I'm right
If I'm wrong, I'm out