Archimedes was a fine old man
Of that I’m a believer.
He invented hair oil and the frying pan,
And he taught us 'bout the lever. Chorus:
The lever, boys, the lever,
Oh, the lever, boys, the lever
Not the pulley nor the screw
Nor the inclined plane
It's time to use the lever!
Oh the inclined plane, it launched our ship
And the screw, it may well sink her
And the pulleys we pull in the rigging all day
But what about the lever?
When the grog it is brought up on deck,
Our thirst, it's a reliever
And the bung won't leave the bunghole, then
It's time to use the lever!
Archimedes, he is dead and gone
May God be his receiver
Then we'll dig his grave with a silver spade
Which, in fact, is just a lever!