Jill Sobule - The Man In The Boat lyrics

The man in the boat in the middle of the lake

sits in his cabin and patiently waits

for the rain to pour

and the wind to blow his sails

The man in the boat, he's a sensitive sort

but he likes adventure when you climb aboard

as he sets his sails

watching out for whales

la la la la la la

The man in the boat, oh oh

The man in the boat

The man in the boat, well he swelling with pride

ask him no questions, he'll tell you no lies

and he'll be your friend 'till the dying end

la la la la la

The man in the boat, oh oh

The man in the boat

and just like Marco Polo he brings spices from the East

but he's just a little weary of those natives on the beach

and you may try to lure him in like those sirens in the storm

but he's got a mind of his own

The man in the boat in the middle of the lake

sits in his cabin and patiently waits

for the rain to pour

and the wind to blow his sails

The man in the boat, oh oh

The man in the boat

The man in the boat, oh oh

The man in the boat

la la la la la