When the Skipper's in the flying sub,
And the Admiral's gone away.
The Seaview's hit some turbulence;
Mr. Morton will save the day.

Standing tall and stately,
His shiny shoes upon the floor.
Chip hollers out the orders,
And duels monsters by the score.

Some men think him boring.
A quiet man to passers-by.
But his crew know him so differently,
Just give this man a try.

He orders for the sub to dive,
Full down angle on the planes.
"Fire Control, do your stuff," he yells,
"Before the boat goes up in flames."

Whenever the ship's in trouble
It's sure that Mo