Sellin' Pencils On The Dock Of The Bay

Sellin’ pencils on the dock of the bay

Listening to the tide slip away


I was lead to the dock of the bay

Told to sit down and sit all day


There are no plans for tomorrow

I’m just waiting, waiting to go


There are no plans that I can see

Death has already overtaken me


Sellin’ pencils on the dock of the bay

Listening to the tide slip away


* whistlin’ *


(a coda, when I’m in the mood)


Hittin’ on girls who offer to help me

There’s more than ‘nuff that I can see


The sun does splash, the ‘gulls do say

Sellin’ pencils on the dock of the bay