Boatload of Wine
by Ian H Bruce
(2007) |
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Chorus: Boatload of wine, that’ll be fine, Keep me afloat ’til October I must bid you adieu with a glass and corkscrew I don’t want to stay home and be sober. Floating along, all the day long Just stopping at locks full of slime When it’s time for a brew, between me and you Then I’ll open a bottle of wine. The rains pouring down, it feels like I might drown From steering I think I’ll resign But I’ll not complain, nor will I abstain If opening a bottle of wine At the narrow bridge hole, you need self-control For on-coming boats number nine As they push their way through, the air turns to blue So I open a bottle of wine Toilet’s full to the brim, emptying it’s grim I’ll go for a pump-out next time I’ve no Elsan Blue, just dandruff shampoo So I’ll open a bottle of wine The boat comes to a halt, it seems like a fault As rope and propeller entwine Been down the weed hatch, now I’m dirty and scratched So I’ll open a bottle of wine. Now the engine won’t start, it needs a new part It looks like the end of the end of the line Should I polish the brass? No, I'll get out a glass And I'll open a bottle of wine |
| Inspired by two members of the North Cheshire Cruising Club (who might prefer to remain anonymous but for the sake of argument we shall call them Steve and Margaret) who set out on the annual cruise with a boat containing more red wine than red diesel. They returned with more red diesel than red wine! |
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