| Me and my buddy Ed
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| We was walking down by the dock one day
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| We was looking at all the boats down there
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| «I wish I had a boat» Says Ed
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| I laughed, cuz he’s always broke
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| I said «Ed, you can’t afford to float»
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| Can’t afford to float
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| Drifting away from the shore
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| So we’re down near the end
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| You know, where all the pretty sailboats are tied
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| With their big masts all bobbing in the air
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| Ed says «I could sail one of these
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| You don’t even need a key»
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| But I didn’t think it looked quite that easy
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| Doesn’t look that easy, Ed
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| Drifting away from the shore
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| But Ed told me I had no experience
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| In the matter and he untied a boat
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| And he proceeded to jump inside
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| I followed him in but
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| I think it was a bad idea
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| Cuz now we’re drifting away from the dock
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| Drifting away from the shore
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| Drifting away from the shore
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| Ed cranks the levers
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| Pulls the tiller and yells at me to row
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| But I said: «Ed, there aren’t any paddles»
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| And someone on the dock
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| Is yelling at us he sounds pretty mad
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| And I begin to regret taking a walk with Ed
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| I Wish I’d stayed to home
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| Drifting away from the shore
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| Then Ed screams «Let's beat it»
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| And he jumps over the side
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| And starts swimming like a fool for the shoreline
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| But I can’t swim
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| Lord I never even learned how
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| I wonder if it hurts to get shot
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| I bet that’s gonna hurt, Ed
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| Drifting away from the shore
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| Suddenly I’m surrounded
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| By angry people yelling through a bullhorn
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| I didn’t even know the police had a boat
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| On the way back to the dock
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| I saw Ed climbing onto the rocks
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| And hauling ass down the sidewalk
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| Don’t ask me to go walking again, Ed
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| Drifting away from the shore |