My little, tiny, teeny ship, Twelve feet of metal and the side had a rip, I just left the dock, A wave made my ship rock, Then over, my ship made a flip.
To my boat I always stay tethered, For, I tend to fall overboard when I'm weathered, Not from the winds and the gail, But, from my keg of dark ale, I drink ale so my complexion ain't leathered.
My little pontoon boat has sprung a big leak,
So, in seaweed on the lake bottom a refuge I seek,
And, all the fish way down there,
Give me such a real nasty stare,
That, I feel like a fish they label a "freak."
My wife said our water-ski trip was the worst, I then felt so bad that I thought I would burst, I said it was sunny, She said it’s not funny, Taking her water-skiing on February first.