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, And 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, And they're all made out the 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 gadgets and gizmos which show where the wind blows, And the skipper is just a passenger 'cos the autohelm does the lot! And the owners are all builders or accountants or solicitors, And they all drive down from Liverpool 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 can get a good tan. And they all sit in Marinas and drink up their G and Ts, 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 a chance, So they read their Arthur Ransome and dream of Great Voyaging, In a pretty little wooden cutter, off to Holland or 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. 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.
