friends of mine came over to my boat one night,
just to sit back and have some fun.
it turned into a party, with a bottle of bacardi,
and that’s when the damage was done.
one of us decided it would be a good time,
if we took the ol’ boat for a ride.
we were so high, we couldn’t figure out why,
it suddenly stopped moving with the tide.
now we’re shipwrecked, hit the deck.
the sandbar hit our keel.
now we’re stranded, landed.
is this a dream, or is this real?
turns out we were almost three miles from home,
and there was no way to get back.
we started to breakdown, it was almost sundown,
and we had just downed the last 6-pack.
we awoke just as the sun did rise,
and realized the trouble we were in.
take my advice, i won’t tell you this twice,
don’t get drunk and take your boat for a spin.