James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
[Verse 1]
There's a little boat
Little people on the deck
They got on their rain gear
They got on their turtlenecks
They don't care about the weather
They don't care about the spray
Don't seem to care about the freighter
That's heading right their way
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm eager to be off
Eager to be going
Eager to be on my way
Anticipating motion
Or another ocean
Eager for departure to Dеparture Bay
[Verse 2]
Fog is rolling in
It gonna be a bad one
It's as thick as soup
Gee, I surе wish I had some
But I spent all my money
Playing video games
Don't you hate that when it happens?
Don't you hate it when it rains?
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm eager to be off
Eager to be going
Eager to be on my way
Anticipating motion
Or another ocean
Eager for departure to Departure Bay
[Verse 3]
The gates of Hell are guarded
By a pair of vicious dogs
And Hannibal was thwarted
By some flaming Roman hogs
But me I was defeated
By the ferry schedule
Now I'm standing by the dockside
In twenty pounds of sopping wool
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm eager to be off
Eager to be going
Eager to be on my way
Anticipating motion
Or another ocean
Eager for departure to Departure Bay
Eager to be off
Eager to be going
Eager to be on my way
Anticipating motion
Or another ocean
Eager for departure to Departure Bay
Eager for departure to Departure Bay
Eager for departure to Departure Bay