The old skipper was known as a nut, 'Cause his laser was stashed in a hut. From inside he'd go sailing, And you'd oft' hear him wailing, " I just don't want a wet butt !" The Laser had death rolled the sailor, And his finger got stuck in the bailer. There was no danger of drowning, Since because of his clowning, The boat was still on the trailer! The laser was sailed by a drunk, Who forgot to put on his trunks. As he tacked past the women, They all took to swimmin' To try and catch up to the hunk!
