Return My Fender
 

To Elvis "Return to Sender"


We hung a fender from the lifeline,
To protect the hull
Bright early next morning,
We left the fender on Deck!

The gay sailors cried:
Return those fenders, put them below
They offend us, they're not for show

So I tied them to the toe rail
They're pretty small
But all the gay sailors kept crying, saying:
You're gonna fall!

They whined about it:
Return those fenders, below deck
Get them stowed or you're gonna break your neck

This time I'm gonna put them down the hatch
I figure what the heck. But when those cowards aint looking
My fenders are back on deck!

They whined about it:
Return those fenders, below deck
Get them stowed or you're gonna break your neck.


(C) RB 2003