| Little Bathtubs (to
the tune of Pete Seeger’s "Little Boxes")
Little bathtubs in marinas, little
bathtubs made of ticky-tacky,
Little bathtubs at the quayside and
the owner in the bar,
There's a white one and a white one
and a white one and a white one,
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
and they all look just the same.
And they all have roller-reefing
and self tailing winches,
Arid they all put a little reef in
in anything above a two,
There's a Jeanneau and a Beneteau
and a Moody and a Westerly,
Aud they're all made out of ticky-tacky
and they all look just the same.
And they all have weatherfaxes and
global positioning,
And a radar and a little screen
that helps you to plot,
There are are gadgets and gizmos
which show where the wind blows,
And the skipper is just a passenger
'cause the Autohelm does the lot!
And the owners are all builders or
accountants or solicitors,
And they all drive down from
Loughton on a Friday afternoon,
And they slip into their blazers
and their Henri Lloyd moccasins,
For an evening at the yachty-clubby
and they all look just the same.
And the owners all have wifeys who
hate to go sailing,
Except around the Greek Islands
where they get a good suntan,
And they all sit in marinas and
drink up their G. and T’s,
And they all come out of Billericay
and they all look just the same.
And they all have little children
who love to go sailing,
But they're all sent away to
boarding school where they never get the chance,
So they read their Arthur Ransome
and dream of great voyaging,
In a pretty little wooden cutter,
off to Holland or to France.
Little Bathtubs in marinas, little
bathtubs on a swinging mooring,
Little bathtubs at the quayside and
the owner in the pub,
There's a Jeanneau and a Beneteau
and a Moody and a Westerly,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
and they all look just the same.
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