Story Behind The Song

real life

Song Description

this song is a statement about the lost opportunities that slip by when you're drinking too much

Lyrics

I?m a loungin? around on my trailer-house porch,

on my brand new plastic chaise,

just a feelin? the blues while a gulpin? the booze,

and a soakin? up the rays.

There?s a record a spinnin? on the phonograph---

pretty scratchy, but it?s Danny Kaye---

Wish that I had a boat, or a big vinyl float,

?cause I?d like to be sailing today.



Chorus: But the booze is a lure, and a boat-less man?s cure.

I?m tequila?d and whiskey?d and ginn?d.

Ain?t no reason I need to go sailing,

'cause I?m already three sheets to the wind.



But my solitude gets the big heave-ho,

by the theme song of William Tell.

It?s my good buddy Matt, with the cool Hobie Cat,

a ringin? up my cell.

It?s a perfect breeze, he?s a tellin? me,

and the waves is real small...

that he?ll bring all the booze for an afternoon cruise,

his Nicole and a red-headed doll.



Chorus: But my face has gone pale from the whiskey and ale;

I?m too schnockered and my blood is too thinned.

It?s a cinch I?d love to go sailin?,

but I?m already three sheets to the wind.



I?m a grabbin? the keys to my pickemup truck,

and a headin? toward the door,

but the booze is talkin? so the house is a rockin?

from the waves on the livin? room floor.

Well, it ain?t my decision, ?cause I?m dreamin? the vision

of a cruise with a read-heded doll.

But the weather?s turned bad, in my trailer-house pad--

I?m so seasick, I?m ready to fall.



Well, it ain?t the first time that a sail, sublime,

has ben ruined by a bottle of booze.

Sailings good for the soul, but I ain?t in control;

I?d be there if I only could choose.



Chorus: But the booze is a lure, and a boat-less man?s cure.

I?m tequila?d and whiskey?d and gin?d.

It?s a cinch that I?d rather be sailing,

but I?m already three sheets to the wind.

Ain?t no reason I need to go sailing,

'cause I?m already three sheets to the wind.