At sea a yarn of yin and yang is wound
The rig of yacht in doldrums dangles sails
A melancholy mood takes hold around
The speed of zero speaks of epic fails
I cast a line at bimini tube rails
And you admit the motor mightnt start
I fear the fountain snorting orca whales
The big eyed squids of bottom feeder chart
Two pals are we though polarised apart
Theres joy and sorrow by turn over done
To one then other lolls the errant heart
The sadomasochism is morbid fun
The motor starts the yacht then chugs along
And we escape on whiff of diesel pong
Chorus along forth onward
