END OF THE SHIP
words and music
copyright © 2009
by Roy Zimmerman
copyright © 2009
by Roy Zimmerman
Oh, we sailed the roiling ocean, and we took her at full speed
Who could have known an iceberg would so rudely intercede?
Here’s a toast to present company, the people of refinement and renown
On the end of the ship that’s rising while the other end goes down
Yes, we charted out this course that left us broken on the ice
But there’s no need to thank us...a hefty bonus will suffice
And we’ll sit and chat about how we’ll redecorate our offices in town
On the end of the ship that’s rising while the other end goes down
And where the hell’s that cabin boy, my shoes could use a shine
The silver’s not been polished and it’s nearly time to dine
In the waves so far below the bobbing heads look like the jewels in Neptune’s crown
On the end of the ship that’s rising while the other end goes down
And we’re upwardly mobile
While others go below
There’s a chilly breeze a-blowin’ as we make our way up top
And steel our courage for another dangerous photo op
And we laugh and laugh and laugh, but when the cameras roll we don a solemn frown
On the end of the ship that’s rising while the other end goes down
And we’re upwardly mobile
No one we know below, below, below…
Do I hear some faint complaining somewhat muffled by the tide?
They say they’re out of options? Well there’s always suicide
There’s a joke we tell among us where we call our economics “trickle drown”
It must have been my delivery
On the end of the ship that’s rising...
Yes we’re upwardly mobile…
Until we go Blblblblblblblb...
Who could have known an iceberg would so rudely intercede?
Here’s a toast to present company, the people of refinement and renown
On the end of the ship that’s rising while the other end goes down
Yes, we charted out this course that left us broken on the ice
But there’s no need to thank us...a hefty bonus will suffice
And we’ll sit and chat about how we’ll redecorate our offices in town
On the end of the ship that’s rising while the other end goes down
And where the hell’s that cabin boy, my shoes could use a shine
The silver’s not been polished and it’s nearly time to dine
In the waves so far below the bobbing heads look like the jewels in Neptune’s crown
On the end of the ship that’s rising while the other end goes down
And we’re upwardly mobile
While others go below
There’s a chilly breeze a-blowin’ as we make our way up top
And steel our courage for another dangerous photo op
And we laugh and laugh and laugh, but when the cameras roll we don a solemn frown
On the end of the ship that’s rising while the other end goes down
And we’re upwardly mobile
No one we know below, below, below…
Do I hear some faint complaining somewhat muffled by the tide?
They say they’re out of options? Well there’s always suicide
There’s a joke we tell among us where we call our economics “trickle drown”
It must have been my delivery
On the end of the ship that’s rising...
Yes we’re upwardly mobile…
Until we go Blblblblblblblb...
