A rueful case, there is no doubt…
hope it isn’t a long bout.
Here’s me locked up in this room—
whining ’bout maritime doom.

With no one I’m hangin’ out;
in my room hangin’ about;
Hankerin’ for a big glass
in which I swirl Bourbon’s mass.

This is far from a good trip,
because I’m stuck on the ship
I can’t wait till I’m no more aboard;
I’m kevetching ’bout being bored.
Ship ain’t cool…
bitch and pule.

A boo-hoo case, I ain’t without
virus, so I can’t go out.
See me locked up in this room—
Ma Nature lowered the boom.

Ship ain’t cool
when aboard
and inside your room you gotta dine.
Gonna climb offboard…hope!
Leave this room…can’t be soon
enough until I can go ashore.