Man On A Boat

It was eight o' clock this morning When he sailed below Crossing Wansey lorries on the Thames, A route he must know That will take him off and far away They say that he was looking for the coast But if he only knew this island Was causing him the most grief! And can you tell what he's seen? Because the lines upon his face Are like a map to where he's been And would you please stop? The ground and all the buildings I am Sinking well below, I am thinking we must go To the crowded house Up on the corner to Where all the televisions are turned on And he was famous for a while Oh what a story, what a style, Till that whale, till that whale That got lost. Man on a boat, where have you been? I secretly wish I was your friend Your fish, they're all dead and all you'll find Are boots on the riverbed that I threw last night. And it was nine o' clock this morning, I was late and I was looking for excuses When I got there I could say That instead of typing numbers on a screen I wish that I could get my rowing boat And join you on the Thames But it's just way too green And quiet life is there surrounding us The little fringe that keeps us in the zoo. But it's a trap can't you see? For all those people who are following us Up into the shiny boats and trains. The crowded house Up on the corner to Where all the televisions are turned on And he was famous for a while Oh what a story, what a style, Till that whale, till that whale That got lost. Man on a boat, where have you been? I secretly wish I was your friend Your fish, they're all dead and all you'll find Are boots on the riverbed that I threw last night.