歌词
Verse 1: Sittin’ on the dock with a drink in my hand,
Watchin’ the boats drift by, ain’t life grand?
Got my flip-flops on and my shades pulled low,
In this lazy paradise, I got nowhere to go.
Chorus: Staring at boats, just wasting my time,
With a cold margarita and a slice of lime.
Staring at boats, let the world float by,
In this seaside daydream, I’m a happy guy.
Verse 2: There’s a yacht over there, must be nice and plush,
But I’m happy right here, ain’t in no rush.
A sailboat glides by, with its sails so white,
I’m just a dockside dreamer, in the warm sunlight.
Chorus: Staring at boats, just wasting my time,
With a cold margarita and a slice of lime.
Staring at boats, let the world float by,
In this seaside daydream, I’m a happy guy.
Bridge: People hustle and bustle, always on the go,
But I’m content right here, with the ebb and flow.
Life’s too short to worry, so I’ll just sit and grin,
Watchin’ boats on the water, let the good times begin.
Verse 3: A fishing boat’s coming in, with a catch of the day,
But I’m not movin’ an inch, I’m here to stay.
The sun’s gettin’ low, painting the sky in gold,
In this dockside heaven, my story’s being told.
Chorus: Staring at boats, just wasting my time,
With a cold margarita and a slice of lime.
Staring at boats, let the world float by,
In this seaside daydream, I’m a happy guy.
Verse 4: Had a bag of chips and a sandwich so fine,
But those pesky seagulls had another design.
They swooped down quick, like a feathered attack,
Snatched my lunch away, now I want my snacks back!
They squawked and they laughed, as they flew out of sight,
Left me hungry on the dock, but still feelin’ alright.
'Cause in this seaside life, you gotta take it in stride,
Even when the seagulls take you for a ride.
Chorus: Staring at boats, just wasting my time,
With a cold margarita and a slice of lime.
Staring at boats, let the world float by,
In this seaside daydream, I’m a happy guy.
Verse 5: Saw a schooner sail by, it was quite a “sight-sea,”
Made me think of puns, oh buoy, can’t you see?
I’m anchored to this dock, just floatin’ my days,
With a “pier”-fect view, in so many ways.
A tugboat chugged past, gave a little toot,
I waved back and laughed, in my flip-flop boots.
Life’s a “yacht” of fun, when you’re docked in the sun,
With boatloads of puns, my sea-breezy run.
Outro: So here’s to the boats, and the life they bring,
To the simple joys, and the songs we sing.
I’ll be here tomorrow, in this same old spot,
Staring at boats, loving the life I’ve got.
