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Pleasure Cruise - George Formby
Holiday time, some sunny clime,
Calling to you and me,
You quickly choose a wonderful cruise,
Out on the open sea,
The first day you're content,
You're awfully glad you went.
Oh what a Pleasure Cruise to drive away the blues,
The pleasures of a Pleasure Cruise.
Down the companion way you fall ten times a day,
Someone finds you sitting
On the point of the Captain's compass.
One dark night I turn first left and right,
My way I seemed to lose
A honeymooning couple then created such a scene,
Because I was discovered
Where the bridegroom should have been
Oh, what a Pleasure Cruise in future i refuse
The pleasures of a Pleasure Cruise.
Steamers and tramps show coloured lamps,
Amber and green and red,
Your ship runs aground and somehow
You've found the street traffic lights instead.
They sail once more then find,
You've left half the ship behind.
Oh what a Pleasure Cruise to drive away the blues
The pleasures of a Pleasure Cruise.
Your cabin's far too small,
You've got no room at all,
In your short shirt lying on your bunk
With your feet through the porthole.
On the deck you nearly break your neck,
Your sea legs you can't use,
You dive into the ocean for a swim,
It's such a lark
Till you find you've been bitten
In the bulwarks by a shark,
Oh what a Pleasure Cruise in future i refuse
The pleasures of a Pleasure Cruise.
Oh, what a Pleasure Cruise in future i refuse
The pleasures of a Pleasure Cruise.
