banaari 27 Posted January 12, 2015 Share Posted January 12, 2015 The floating love object is currently in the care of a suitably qualified individual, with me doing the stuff that requires neither intelligence, experience or finesse. Anyway, all high art comes out of suffering, so here goes: I was born one morning when the sun wouldn't float I bought me a sander and I drove to the boat I sand sixteen feet of fibreglass hull And the boat builder said "Well a-bless ma soul" You sand sixteen feet and whaddya get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the chandlery store A week in the fo'csle is an absolute must A-sandin' and a-grindin' and a-breathin' dust But don't you believe you're done with that chore 'Cause the boat builder says "Just a little bit more" Break Out Another Thousand equals B-O-A-T But the thousands keep coming and there's GST No matter what you pay there's always one more bill If the berthing don't get you then insurance will I loved me a woman she was mighty fine But she hated the boat and she found it tryin' She said to me "Honey, it's that boat or me" I said to her "Baby, better leave your key" Some say a man he comes from the dust But a boat owner's made out of blisters and rust Blisters and rust and muscle and skin Skin that's thick and a wallet that's thin There's two things a man needs to go to the sea A favourable wind and some CRC But the best laid plans are brought to a halt By another f***ing seized-up slot-head bolt Link to post Share on other sites
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