Ian McNabb

I went down to the fishing hole, with a line and a pole
The ice gave way and I fell in, the police went to inform my next of kin
But I didn't drown I held my breath, I figured that I'd fake my death
As I drifted down the Gulf stream to Miami
I dried off at the blood bank, got a rental with a full tank
Headed south, not even thinking I was jammy

I'm funky and I'm free
This is how I plan to be
I'm a rockin', good-time boy
And I can't contain my joy, I can't contain my joy

I had a friend who took a wife - did too much junk and lost her life
He ran away to kill the pain - such a shame, he didn't see a train
They found his legs in Wavertree, his arms were in Fazakerley
The Doctors somehow put him back together
Now he lives down in the Dingle, says he's happy being single
Smokes a lot of dope, and rambles on forever

One day I plan to own a boat, on bright blue water I will float
A good strong woman by my side, across life's sweet ocean we will glide
For the unknown is the wonder, though you're frightened by the thunder
It's the danger that appeals and keeps you going
Though it's hard to know the answers, or the names of all the dancers
Just as long as this delicious wine keeps flowing

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