Tune Req: Rearranging Deck Chairs

Subject: Tune Req: Rearranging Deck Chairs
From: GUEST,Rick Pollay (aka Saul T. Dawg)
Date: 15 Apr 23 - 02:58 PM

Anyone got the tune for this Titanic song by Holly Tannen?

REARRANGING DECK CHAIRS

The crew are winching lifeboats down into the freezing sea.
The band is on the boatdeck playing Nearer My God To Thee
I am an able seaman charged with maintenance and repairs,
The bos'n says, “Go up on deck and rearrange the chairs.”

He thinks they’ve fallen over so I have to go and check
And bring a bucket and a mop so I can swab the deck.
The ship is slowly sinking while the boilers team and smoke,
I gaze around and wonder if there isn’t something broke.

A thousand squealing Norway rats are diving off the side
But I’m not going to follow them, a worker has his pride.
The jewel-bedazzled heiresses and self-made millionaires
Are crowding into lifeboats as I rearrange the chairs.

They’ve locked the doors to steerage so the poor folks can’t get out
“There isn’t room for all of you,” I heard the Captain shout.
The Irish and Italian are all kneeling, saying prayers
While up here on the quarterdeck I’m rearranging chairs.

Subject: ADD: Rearranging Deck Chairs (Holly Tannen)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 15 Apr 23 - 05:10 PM

THere's Holly's Post::br>
hread #171635   Message #4151958
Posted By: GUEST, Forgotaraptor
04-Sep-22 - 03:28 PM
Thread Name: Songs about the 'end of an era'
Subject: Rearranging Deck Chairs complete

Gack. I left out the intro and the second verse.


During the pandemic, I binge-watched The Titanic
Saw the captain and the crew do stupid things and panic.
Saw the great ship split in half and sink below the sea,
Ate my buttered popcorn and was glad it wasn’t me.


REARRANGING DECK CHAIRS
(Holly Tannen)
Tune: The Handsome Cabin Boy


The crew are winching lifeboats down into the freezing sea.
The band is on the boat deck playing "Nearer My God To Thee."
I am an able seaman charged with maintenance and repairs,
The bos'n says, “Go up on deck and rearrange the chairs.”

He thinks they’ve fallen over so I have to go and check
And bring a bucket and a mop so I can swab the deck.
The ship is slowly sinking while the boilers steam and smoke,
I gaze around and wonder if there isn’t something broke.

A thousand squealing Norway rats are diving off the side
But I’m not going to follow them, a worker has his pride.
The jewel-bedazzled heiresses and self-made millionaires
Are crowding into lifeboats as I rearrange the chairs.

They’ve locked the doors to steerage so the poor folks can’t get out
“There isn’t room for all of you,” I heard the Captain shout.
The Irish and Italian are all kneeling, saying prayers
While up here on the quarterdeck I’m rearranging chairs.