Hrothgar has been in touch, and so here I am, with the lyrics of said song (taken from the extensive song files accumulated by Stan Arthur during his time in this vale of tears). I have explained to Hrothgar that my time is valuable, and so I charge by the minute. He responded that this was small-minded of me ... small-minded ... oh, please yourself!

Yes, OK, I'm getting on with it. Stan did not record the author, so I can't help with that info.

SYDNEY HARBOUR FERRY BOAT

Chorus:
We've got a pie-eyed aborigine playing on a didgeridoo,
And our captain is whistling the blues,
A banjo picking bosun and a crew that hates the ocean,
On a Sydney Harbour ferry boat loaded up with booze.

Now the captain is a man to go down in history,
For mastering his vessel through that alcoholic sea,
So his passengers can't drown he's gave orders all around,
"Not a drop of water on this bloody boat for me."

"Won't you come home son", cries his dear old mum,
As she stands there on t'jetty where they store the ferry's rum,
"It's been nearly twenty years since you left your family dear,
For a Sydney Harbour ferry boat that's never left the pier."

The cook's in the kitchen sipping rum thick and black,
The mate's up in the crow's nest, he's flat out on his back,
And down in the engine room's our brilliant engineer,
Who's converted every piston head to pump the ice-cold beer.

There you are ... a wonderfully uplifting number, with meaningful historical and cultural reflections on the Australian people (us).

Shimbo