Rowboat Lyrics - Ron Thal

Sand and wind burns the back of my throat 

I fell while standing on my rowboat 

Salt water tightens on my skin coat 

I drowned my head smacked to the rowboat 

I floated through the plains of sea - an old pork chop greeted me 

It was thankful for the company of a dead man who once might have ate him 

I miss my rowboat left it on the shore 10 feet above me 

I never noticed the chipped paint on the bottom 

And now I get to see things from a different view 

The sea did vandalize with natural shades of green 

Under what circumstance would I ever have had the opportunity to find out? 

True pond scum always rises to the top of the water 

I, on the other hand, am false pond scum and remain below 

I swim the seven liquid gallows 

I'm furniture for budding tadpoles 

Sock-sogged and waterlogged I slow-bloat 

One with the bog fate sailed my rowboat 

I'd kiss you but my lips are feed for tuna getting back at me 

I am the Ronald-Of-The-Sea in a swimsuit that no longer fits me 

I'd love you but my brain is cheese my body's 59 degrees 

And if I could I'd surely sneeze 'cause my nose is filled with red snapper 

I'd hold you but my arms are weak this whole thing won't help my physique 

And to my neighbors I'm a freak they're a fish hook, an old shoe and (???) 

I'd sing to you but I can't make sounds there are no more bubbles in my mouth 

And when I said I would head South to retire I meant Florida 

I'm running out of words to sing this fading out is a good thing 

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