Stuck on a Boat x2 Im sick of the weather up here It goes on and on my dear And the fish arent coming still They wait and wait untill We put our anchor down We steal a few hours in town My feet weren't made for the sea They were made for running Free-- Free-- It don't make much sense to Me-- It don't make much to Me-- To be stuck on a boat at sea x2 It's harder to have you here In the cannery so near Baking bread and drinking wine All just to pass the time And I see the ships and they're Were my love lets down here hair But Dad works us all day So it's here, right here we'll Stay-ay-ay Stay-ay-ay Stay-ay-ay Never going to Larson Bay-ay-ay Never going to Larson Bay-ay-ay Never going to Larson Bay-ay-ay Never going to Larson Bay