Sing to the tune of
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
We left when tide was low to go out sailing for the day
At once we ran aground and found we could not get away
To call for help would activate a tow we could not pay
So we wait for the water to rise
What a surprise
We can wait for the water to rise
Stuck in the mud, it was not fair
As others passed us by
The ridicule we could not bear
From sailboats on the fly
We could not budge
stuck in the sludge
Though we did try and try
Oh woe to our egos and our pride
To our pride
Oh woe to our egos and our pride
To make the best of it we would
Out anchored in the slough
Hauled out the galley stores and
Fired up the barbecue
And feasted till the rescue from
A man in a canoe
Oh, what were we supposed to do?
Sit and be blue?
Oh what on Earth were we supposed to do?
Sing to the tune of
Let it Snow
Oh the weather outside is pretty
If you’re a landlubber from the city
But with - out wind we can not go
Let it blow
Let it blow
Let it blow
Oh me mateys I am not bluffing
The sails are slack and luffing
There’s nothing else left to stow
Let it blow
Let it blow
Let it blow
When we finally catch a breeze
All we get is a five knot tease
If only wishing could make it so
All the way home it would
Blow
Oh it doesn’t show signs of blowing
So my friends
We are not going
But as long as we all are here
Have a beer
Have a beer
Have a beer
Sing to the tune of
Angels We Have Heard on High
Seagulls we have heard on high
Winging swiftly through the sky
We know by the way they fly
Wicked weather must be nigh
Chorus:
Stooooooooorm is on the way
Get thee to safe harbor
Stooooooooorm is on the way
Get thee to safe harbor
Dark foreboding in the North
Sailboat tiny as a speck
Drop the sails and motor forth
Lash down everything on deck
Chorus
There is nothing left to say
We’ll outrun the storm at sea
Pull into a safety bay
Tie up to a Mangrove tree
Chorus
Sing to the tune of
Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Hark the lighthouse sounds a warning
In the early mist of morn
In the fog we are half blind-is
That your hand or is it mine?
Joyful to survive the day
Anyhow or any way
Promising God anything
To get us through dead reckoning
Promising God anything
To get us through dead reckoning
Navigator, I’m impressed-you
Function without GPS
There’s a bonus yet in store
If we don’t crack up on the shore
Shoals of coral
Jeopardy
Forlorn fog horn melody
Untold horrors are our due
I put all my faith in you
Navigator, pull us through
I put all my faith in you
Sing to the tune of
The First Noell
My first little boat
Was a Kiwi Kayak
Emergency yellow
with pinstripes of black
There was nowhere to go
Nowhere, nowhere
I was too little so I didn’t care
My next little boat
Was a 420 dink
That I sailed up and down
Trapped as if in a sink
There was nowhere to go
Nowhere, nowhere
I got impatient that life wasn’t fair
My third little boat
Is an old cruising yacht
I am sailing the oceans
More often than not
There was nowhere to go
That was then, this is now
I spied a shooting star over the bow
Sing to the tune of
We Three Kings
We three boats of Yacht Club afar
Seek a port but mostly a bar
We’d be tickled if it was reciprocal
Notice that burgee thar
May we
stay for supper
stay the night
Take some pity on our plight
Let our boats rock
At your Guest Dock
We got lost in broad daylight
We began a cruise on the Bay
On what seemed a promising day
Fog infusion
Caused delusions
Now we are far far away
May we
stay for supper
stay the night
Take some pity on our plight
Let our boats rock
At your Guest Dock
We got lost in broad daylight |
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Sing to the tune of
Walking in a Winter Wonderland
Gone away
are the bat rays
Here to stay
is a nutcase
In slip 34
He’s the sloop next door
Livin’ on a dock by the bay
Pelicans open fire
Bombadiers here for hire
Hey do me a favor and
Poop on my neighbor
Livin’ on a dock by the bay
Who says every liveaboard is crazy
On the lam or maybe on the dole
Not all of us are whackamoles or lazy
Or psychopaths out briefly on parole
Later on we will have some
Margaritas or buttered hot rum
Pretend we are cruisers ‘stead of
Slip-bound losers
Livin on a dock by the bay
Sing to the tune of
Silent Night
Stormy night
Land out of sight
All alone
Holding tight
Force 8 or 9
With 30 foot waves
I should have heeded
The NOAA
Now I’ll sleep with the fishes
Sharing some zzz’s with the fish
I stay below
Thrown to and fro
Too far out for
Coasties to go
Hours and hours of the
punishing ride
Ceases finally
I have survived
See the clearing skies
Just in time for the sunrise
Sing to the tune of
Away in a Manger
Away in a sailboat at first light of day
The cruising life calls us
And we must obey
We’ve spent seven years
And the bulk of our dough
To outfit our vessel
and it’s time to go
Our family and friends
View our plans with chagrin
They thwart our departure
So we can’t begin
They doubt our resolve
Imply we’re in poor health
And damn the wet blankets
We must flee in stealth
So farewell you landlubbers
We will be fine
If there’s a post office
We’ll throw you a line
Away in a sailboat at first light of day
The cruising life calls us
And we must obey
Sing to the tune of
The Little Drummer Boy
My neighbor’s halyard’s loose
A-clankety clank
I hear it through my hull
A-clankety clank
He’s not a liveaboard
That blankety blank
Or he’d secure his lines
From slapping the mast
by tying them fast
A bungee cord’s fine
No rest for me tonight
A-clankety clank
Unless I board his boat
A-clankety clank
It is a desperate move
A-clankety clank
to halt the bang and clink
Of metal and rope
I’m giving up hope
that I’ll sleep a wink
There. The deed is done
I’m back in my bunk
Clankety Clunk Sing to the tune of
Deck the Halls
See you said I would not make it
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Said my sailboat could not take it
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I sailed down to Mexico-o
Baja ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Then I went through Panama
Panama ma ma ma ma ma ma
Headed for the Carribbean
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Soon Jamaica I’ll be seein’
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Heading up to Florida-a
Stop in the Ba-ha-ha-ha-ha-mas
I’ll be tan and fit and happy
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Sing to the tune of
Joy to the World
Joy to the World
My boat is done
The Haul Out is complete
And tho’ I love the bo-at yard
Just bein’ on the hard is hard
You’re stuck up in the air
You’re stuck up in the air
It’s ever so precarious when propped up there
Top of the mast
To tip of keel
Fresh paint, and wire, and steel
The hull is bright and shiny
She twinkles in her finery
I raised her waterline
I raised her waterline
They told me not to do it but it looks just fine
Do It Yourself
Is what I say
Then every inch is known
The work load is demanding
The endless heavy sanding
But you’ll forget in time
Oh you’ll forget in time
The pain, or you’ll pay the yard, and you won’t mind
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