C Am G C
Water temperature's rising, the oil pressure's low
Am F Dm G
He's coughing out black smoke wherever he goes
C Am F G
He should service the engine but we daren't tell him so
C Am G C
For he is a grumpy old boater
Baggy jeans, oily tee-shirt, scuffed leather boots
An abrasive old misfit, too fond of disputes
For politeness and manners he don’t give two hoots
For he is a grumpy old boater
Irksome and set in misogynous ways
He lives in the past, dreams of long bygone days
He's an outspoken critic of all he surveys
For he is a grumpy old boater
Content on his boat through the long winter storms
He's a churlish hothead when the temperature warms
It's 'Bah Humbug' to summer and those leisure boat swarms
For he is a grumpy old boater
He'll shout and he'll swear at boats passing by
'Cos they're always too fast and he'll never see why
He won't be a candidate for 'Mr Nice Guy'
For he is a grumpy old boater
When boaters greet him he just cuts them dead
Averting his eyes, he stares straight ahead
"How do?" and "Good morning" and are words left unsaid
For he is a grumpy old boater
That queue at the locks just couldn't be worse
While stopped does he chat? No, quite the reverse
He'll gripe and he'll groan, he’ll chunter and curse
For he is a grumpy old boater
So take note grumpy boater, you know who you are
On tow-path, afloat, or propping up bar
A cantankerous dipstick who just goes too far
So push off you grumpy old boaters
© I H Bruce 2016
A description of the type of boater I am trying not to be. There are already too many!
Grumpy Old Boater