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 gla** 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