I went down to the fishing hole, with a line and a pole The ice gave way and I fell in, the police went to Inform my next of kin But I didn't drown I held my breath, I figured that I'd Fake my death As I drifted down the Gulf stream to Miami I dried off at the blood bank, got a rental with a full Tank Headed south, not even thinking I was jammy I'm funky and I'm free This is how I plan to be I'm a rockin', good-time boy And I can't contain my joy, I can't contain my joy I had a friend who took a wife - did too much junk and Lost her life He ran away to kill the pain - such a shame, he didn't They found his legs in Wavertree, his arms were in Fazakerley The Doctors somehow put him back together Now he lives down in the Dingle, says he's happy being Single Smokes a lot of dope, and rambles on forever One day I plan to own a boat, on bright blue water I Will float A good strong woman by my side, across life's sweet Ocean we will glide For the unknown is the wonder, though you're frightened By the thunder It's the danger that appeals and keeps you going Though it's hard to know the answers, or the names of All the dancers Just as long as this delicious wine keeps flowing