Wreckin' On The Dock Of The Bay
Sittin' in the morning sun
(oops)
I like wreckin' 'til the evening comes!
Stuffin' some flotsam in.
Grab another cake and do it again.
Yeah...
I'm thinkin' they'll be dockin' my pay.
I thought that's what they wanted to say!
Oooo -oo -oo -ooo
I'm thinkin' they'll be dockin' my pay...
Meh, looks fine. (Hiiii-iiine.)
The cake you want'll bore ya.
Thought I'd go a disco way.
I got nothin' against George.
It's just I'm tired of frosting him all day.
So...
I'm thinkin' they'll be dockin' my pay.
No one could read the French, anyway!
Ooh!
Maybe they'll be dockin' my pay...
Nah, it's fine.
Thankfully, our faithful Wreckporters -- Laurel G., Anna C., Kate P., Stacey W., Sammi K., Kathryn R., Bath C., Sylvie C., and Teresa P. -- weren't wasting time. Now, I think I'm supposed to end this with harmonic whistling, so here goes...
::whistles badly for 3 seconds::
Nope, hang on, I found a prettier option:
