| Skiboat |
|---|
| I like moxen locks |
| And wigwam socks |
| I’m an old broke skiboat |
| Still tied to the dock |
| When you’re sittin on there |
| As I look up |
| And say |
| «Hello |
| I’m alive down here |
| Hello |
| I’m covered in muck and beer cans |
| And I’m alive down here |
| I’m alive down here |
| So don’t cut that rope |
| Just give it a tug and I’ll come up |
| To you |
| The warm Sun will dry my hull |
| And the muck will crack and crumble and fall |
| And the cans on my back |
| We’ll sell 'em for scrap |
| Take off for a ride, I bow to the sky in pride, you’re tubing behind |
| Jump in the wake |
| Your braid waves |
| My brave and beautiful babe" |
