Shittin' in the mornin' sun, I’ll be shittin' when the evenin' comes
Watching the shits roll in, then I watch 'em float away again, yeah
I’m shittin' on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away
Oo, I’m just shittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time
I left my home in Mayfair, headed for the 'Hastings Bay
I have nothing to live for, it look like nothin’s gonna come my way
So, I’m just gon' shit on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away
Oo, I’m just shittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time
Look like nothing’s gonna change. Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten sailors tell me to do, so I guess I’ll remain the same, yes
I’m sittin' here beatin' my bone, and this fisherman won’t leave me alone, yes
Two thousand miles I roamed just to make this-a dock my home
Now, I’m just gon' shit at the dock of the bay, watching the turd roll away
Oo, I’m just sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time
I watched them open for the Pixies in California, and could never find anything by them, I guess I had to wait for Blowfly to die. Check out the work of the late Wesley Willis if you like Blowfly.