Pilot Of A Private Yacht Lyrics - Fitzgerald Patrik

They treat him well enough though 

As he takes them to the warmest seas 

As they enjoy the silence 

And seclusion of the sun lounge 

They have to thank him 

For their daily glass of port or sherry 

He has to thank them 

For his daily bottle of red wine 

Eating with the company, downstairs 

Of two uncomprehending strangers 

The boat visits exotic lands 

He develops his suntan 

He does his job well 

And they tell him so each evening 

He goes to sleep each night 

To bad dreams from his childhood 

Whispering small prayer to thank you 

For the job he has today 

Eating with the company, downstairs 

Of two uncomprehending elderly strangers