Help write Kenny’s next hit
This old tub just isn’t going anywhere. Despite DPNR’s best efforts, this heavy old boat still stakes its claim in Cruz Bay, most recently, askew on the beach near the Beach Bar. It doesn’t want to leave, and we’re not sure we want it to either, but it’s only a matter of time.
Free On-StJohn T-Shirt to the best lyrics about this boat. We’ll get you started. (To the tune of Old Blue Chair of course.)
-There’s an old metal boat
-Sittin’ in Cruz Bay…..(Your turn….)





















July 31st, 2007 05:48
and if it was in a field it would be a growin hay….,but now sittin in Cruz Bay it’s just in the way !!!!!!!!!
July 31st, 2007 08:06
I propose a different song:
Set to “She Thinks my Tractor’s Sexy”
Sittin’ in the sand in the hot summer sun
From over at The Beach Bar, lordy here she comes
With some ‘cue from Uncle Joes and a big Painkiller
I make some room in the sand and she sits down
We sit back in the sand and look for Wayne the shark
Just look at her face, she ain’t a foolin’ me
She thinks my old boat’s sexy
It really turns her on
DPNR really hates it
While I’m not chuggin’ along
She likes the way it’s rustin’ while we’re sittin’ in the bay
She’s even kind of crazy ‘bout my snorkel and mask
She’s the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my old boat’s sexy
**I want hazard pay for this one. I had to listen to this insipid song to get the certain Je ne sais quoi that is this most melodic of power ballads by the Wonderful Mr Chesny.
I can provide my address at any time.
July 31st, 2007 08:13
There’s an old metal boat
Sitting in Cruz Bay
Don’t know if it will float
It just sits and rusts away
All the folks down at the bar
While they sit and kill their pain
Imagine just how long and far
It sailed before it met it’s bane
I like to listen to them muse
And tell tales that never were
Of every kind of cruise
The old junk did endure
From sunny days of running rum
Or smuggling contraband
To catching tuna when they run
Or something just as grand
But truth be told this old tub
Did nothing of the like
It just hauled people, booze, and grub
To Tortola and Jost Van Dyke
Now it’s in it’s final days
Can only sit and wait
Till someone from DPNR
Declares it junkyard bait.
July 31st, 2007 09:17
It looks like heck
and won’t go away
July 31st, 2007 11:46
Need Kenny’s help for a melody but here are a few lyrics to get started:
There’s an old iron boat
Sittin’ in the sand
At the edge of Cruz Bay harbor
D-P-N-R tried in van
But the tub does remain
At the edge of Cruz Bay harbor
The crowds at the Beach Bar howl
“One more for the scow”
At the edge of Cruz Bay harbor
Flocks of gulls come and go as
The tale starts to grow
At the edge of Cruz Bay harbor
Online news is abound for
The boat is aground
At the edge of Cruz Bay harbor
July 31st, 2007 12:39
Sorry, never heard “Old Blue Chair”…
July 31st, 2007 13:13
There’s an old metal boat
Sittin’ in Cruz Bay
Rusted by the waves and the salt
from the cays,
Gets rocked to and fro by the air
and the breeze,
Been floatin there for years, just
anchored in the seas
We’ve sat on that beach,
With spirits in hand
Pondered our paths,
While sippin from the sands
I’ve searched for the answers, as I’ve strolled ‘long the shore,
I know I found peace,
Yes, I know I’ve found peace,
And that battered ol’ tub’s
just a part of the lore
Towards that boat we’ve seen
the ferries from the docks
Droppin off guests
for a visit to the “rock”
I know some that have stayed and will
never re-pack
Others just dreamin of that day they’ll come back
We’ve sat on that beach,
With spirits in hand
Pondered our paths,
While sippin from the sands
I’ve searched for the answers, as I’ve strolled ‘long the shore,
I know I found peace,
Yes, I know I’ve found peace,
And that battered ol’ tub’s
Just a part of the lore
That ol’ boat was a hero
or so I am told
A rescue was made,
somewhere near Chocolate Hole
So I’ll say it again
as I’ve said it before
that ol’ tub’s gotta stay
cause it’s a part of the lore
There’s an old metal boat
Sittin’ in Cruz Bay
Rusted by the waves and the salt
from the cays
July 31st, 2007 13:43
um, no one here should quit their day jobs! LOL! this is too funny!
July 31st, 2007 13:58
here she goes:
theres an old metal boat
sittin in cruz bay
jealous of white fiberglas
& beaten by the waves
stories within it’s hold
waiting for adventurous fuel
too many carribean miles to recall
showing the wear of being a salt water mule
I’ve driven many vessels, both power and sail
weathered a storm or two and holed up for
days
i’ve seen the world from solid ground and from the air
but nothing compares to feeling i get, to the feeling i get, to the feeling i get sittin in cruz bay in an old metal boat…
fair winds,
dale
July 31st, 2007 15:09
Very ambitious undertakings! I thought you only wanted a couple of lines. Nice effort Dale.
July 31st, 2007 19:45
You guys are killing me with the lyrics.
The other day I was driving home on the Cruz Bay beach road and a bunch of young boys had climbed up on that boat. They were yelling and waving their arms and climbing up and down with a great sense of urgency.
It was obvious that they were having the time of their lives and a Great Adventure that they’ll probably remember forever.
Sorry, no song lyrics here, just a story.
-Ruth
August 1st, 2007 06:59
I think I saw some people peeing on it last week.
August 1st, 2007 07:36
I vote for Ali !!!
August 1st, 2007 08:11
Kenny who?
August 1st, 2007 08:18
I must say it looks better now than it did two years ago full of water further out in the bay. I too agree my vote goes to Ali.
August 1st, 2007 08:43
I think Ali is a shill! Boy oh Boy , that is some song!
August 1st, 2007 08:49
Here is another vote for Ali…. very Chesney-esque