I be sittin' in the mornin' sun I be sittin' when the evening come I be watchin' the ship roll in Then I watch them roll away again Now I'm stuck on a bus in Georgia Headed for the Empire State I ain't got sh** to live for And nothin' gonna come my way Now I'm stuck on a bus in Georgia Headed for the Empire State I ain't got sh** to live for Ain't sh** gonna come my way [Chorus] Sittin on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Sittin on the dock of the bay Wasting time Sittin on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll way Sittin on the dock of the bay Wasting time [Verse 1:] Good grief, golly gosh In a park There's a bench in this park And this bench that I mentioned Is tonight's residence So your pride ain't a thing And your bride sees a ring As a sign that your bacon is fine But it ain't, so... I'm on a grizzle like a Memphis bear Eve ate the apple I just need a pair Of juevos to play host to pesos Today's ghost is way close so lay low And stay gold, it match your halo Don't read the fable Smoke green it means go From spam and eggo's And clothes of scarecrows To sands of Saint-tropez A seed to plant bouquet A miss to miss all day With skin like creme brûlée... But this bench is here today And tomorrow seems years away... [Chorus] Produced by the Pyrex kid As a cover of "(sittin' on) The dock of the bay" by Otis redding