Story Behind the Song
The Cedar Bucket, Act 1 no 7 ref http://www.internetopera.netfirms.com
Lyrics
(Bobsprit):
THE BEST OF NEW YORK SAILORS I!
ON GHOST MY SAILBOAT STANDING BY . . .
BOBSPRIT!!! ALL THE MASSES CRY
AROUND LONG ISLAND SOUND.
(Ghost Girls):
AND BOBSPRIT'S GHOSTLY CREW ARE WE,
OF DOUBTFUL SEXUALITY.
WE'RE SAFER HERE THAN OUT TO SEA
AS TO THE DOCK WE'RE BOUND!
(Bobsprit):
MY SAILBOAT'S LOADED WITH THE BEST
OF SOUND AND VIDEO,
AND SOON, NOW, I'LL FIND OUT HOW
TO MAKE A SAILBOAT GO!
(Ghost Girls):
THERE'S RIBBON SPEAKERS, MIXING DESKS,
SUBWOOFERS DOWN BELOW,
AND THREE, LITTLE, MAIDS FROM SCHOOL
ALL LINED UP IN A ROW!
(Bobsprit):
FIVE G-P-S, THREE RADAR SETS,
EXPLODING MOTOR, BOARDING NETS,
ALL HELPING MOVE TOWARD SUCCESS
MY TRANSATLANTIC HOPES.
(Ghost Girls):
FAR FROM THE SHORE WE'VE YET TO BE:
THE REASON'S VERY PLAIN TO SEE.
WE CAN'T UNTIE KNOTS PROPERLY
TO FREE THE MOORING ROPES.
(Bobsprit):
SAILING, SAILING, ROUND THE DOCK AND BACK,
HOW-TO MOVIES, THERE'S NOTHING THAT WE LACK!
(Ghost Girls):
WE'RE KEEPING WATCH SO VERY CAREFULLY:
"CAPTAINS COURAGEOUS" ON THE D-V-D.
(Bobsprit & Ghost Girls):
SO LET US TOAST
THE SAILBOAT GHOST,
WE COULD HARDLY ASK FOR MORE!
WE FLOAT AROUND LONG ISLAND SOUND
BUT NOT TOO FAR FROM SHORE.
(Chorus):
HEAR THEM BOAST
ABOUT HIS GHOST,
AMPLIFIERS SET TO ROAR.
THEY FLOAT AROUND LONG ISLAND SOUND
BUT NOT TOO FAR FROM SHORE.
(Bobsprit):
ON EARLY SUMMER MORNINGS FINE,
WHEN OF THE WIND THERE'S NOT A SIGN,
WE HOIST, LIKE WASHING ON A LINE,
OUR SUIT OF SAILS ON HIGH!
(Ghost Girls):
WE GRIP THE WHEEL SO EAGERLY
AND POINT WHEREVER WE WOULD BE.
THE CDS PLAY RELENTLESSLY
AS ROUND THE DOCK WE PLY.
(Bobsprit):
BUT WHEN THE BREEZES START TO BLOW
AND RIPPLES COME IN SIGHT
YO HO, WE GO BELOW,
FOR A PILLOW FIGHT.
(Ghost Girls):
OH, NO! IT BORES US SO,
ANOTHER PILLOW FIGHT!
FOR BOBSPRIT'S BOAT'S
THE BEST AFLOAT,
MULTIMEDIA STEM TO STERN,
BUT WHEN IT COMES
TO BEDROOM FUN,
HE'S GOT A LOT TO LEARN!
(Chorus):
FOR BOBSPRIT'S BOAT'S
A NOISE AFLOAT
MULTIMEDIA STEM TO STERN,
BUT WHEN IT COMES
TO BEDROOM FUN,
THEY DON'T KNOW WHERE TO TURN!
(Bobsprit):
THERE'S JUST ONE END I'VE YET TO SEE,
THERE'S ONE THING I ASPIRE TO BE,
I WANT TO BE THE CAPTAIN, ME!
OF SAILING'NET-TODAY.
(Ghost Girls):
A WORTHY GOAL FOR ONE SO WISE!
THERE'S NOT MUCH FURTHER HE CAN RISE.
WE THINK THAT HE DESERVES THE PRIZE
OF STEERING 'NET-TODAY
BUT HURDLES THEY GET IN THE WAY
WHEN ON THE 'NET HE POSTS:
ALL OF THE NEWSGROUP BRAY
AND LAUGH AT BOBSPRIT'S GHOST.
(Chorus):
HIS SINGLE BRAIN CELL HIDES AWAY
WHEN ON THE 'NET HE POSTS:
NO WONDER WE ALL BRAY
AND LAUGH AT BOBSPRIT'S GHOST!
(Bobsprit & Ghost Girls):
THEY SHUT THEIR EYES
THEY CRITICISE;
THOSE UNWASHED MEN ALL GO TOO FAR!
WE DON'T KNOW WHY
THEY HAVE TO CRY
BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA.
(Chorus):
WITH BOBSPRIT LOCKED
AGAINST THE DOCK
WE KNOW DAM' WELL HE CAN'T GO FAR!
AND THAT IS WHY
WE ALWAYS CRY
BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
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