God rest ye gentle mariner
Let nothing you dismay
Remember that the yacht you love
Will seem too small one day
You thought it was quite comfortable
When you were on the bay
Now it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
There’s no spare room for any more to fit
When you were young and starting out
The boat was big enough
You wondered at the storage space
For all your sailing stuff
You even had a cosy berth
To lie when it got rough
Now it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
There’s no spare room for any more to fit
So now you’re more experienced
Your needs have grown apace
For ‘lectronics and galley toys
You’ll never find a place
There’s no room for the crew or you
To splice the old mainbrace
Now it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
There’s no spare room for any more to fit
Back pages of the sailing mags
Are rumpled and abused
The broker sites and craigslist links
Are bookmarked and well used
Your banker and investment guy
Are calling you confused
Now it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
There’s no spare room for any more to fit
It comes to pass eventually
You buy another boat
It’s bigger than the one before
But ere you start to gloat
You’ll fill it up with more new crap
Than any boat afloat
‘till it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
With no spare room for any more to fit
Let nothing you dismay
Remember that the yacht you love
Will seem too small one day
You thought it was quite comfortable
When you were on the bay
Now it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
There’s no spare room for any more to fit
When you were young and starting out
The boat was big enough
You wondered at the storage space
For all your sailing stuff
You even had a cosy berth
To lie when it got rough
Now it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
There’s no spare room for any more to fit
So now you’re more experienced
Your needs have grown apace
For ‘lectronics and galley toys
You’ll never find a place
There’s no room for the crew or you
To splice the old mainbrace
Now it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
There’s no spare room for any more to fit
Back pages of the sailing mags
Are rumpled and abused
The broker sites and craigslist links
Are bookmarked and well used
Your banker and investment guy
Are calling you confused
Now it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
There’s no spare room for any more to fit
It comes to pass eventually
You buy another boat
It’s bigger than the one before
But ere you start to gloat
You’ll fill it up with more new crap
Than any boat afloat
‘till it’s cramped: full of all your sailing ****, sailing ****
With no spare room for any more to fit