My boat it is a big one boys. My crew it is the best.
We race around the entrance buoy beating all the rest.
We’re the first ones home with a bent elbow and a powerful salt spray thirst.
We sit around and drink all night and see who comes in first.

Chorus- I love to sit around the yacht club bar

I took her out one Sunday, we got about five miles out
The wind it was a screaming, right dead out of the south.
The waves they must have been two feet high, the swells at least one more.
I’m so lost and my tummy is tossed, I’ll never get back to the shore.

My head it was a reeling, my feet got tangled up.
Those damn old sheets were everywhere, just trying to trip me up.
The halyard broke, the boom fell down, the main took off like a bird.
Mayday was my final cry as I dived beneath my berth.

My sailing days are over, cause of that great scare.
You others take a warning, and don’t you go out there.
There’s winds and seas and swells so high, how can you stay afloat.
Be like me and drink to the sea and don’t untie your boat.

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