| Wish I could sail in a big black boat | |
| With a big white sail over me | |
| And once in a while | |
| I'd pull into port | |
| Drink some wine with a girl | |
| But Sylvia said | |
| Come to bed | |
| It's so good to have you here | |
| Some time ago | |
| When time passed so slow | |
| Too weak to know where to go | |
| But now thinking back | |
| On what strikes me the most | |
| Is I've made up my mind long before | |
| And Sylvia said | |
| Come to bed | |
| It's so good to have you here | |
| So I'll cope with you | |
| Don't cope at all | |
| So let's leave it all to the chef | |
| Please send my regrets | |
| In case I forget | |
| To PO Box Nobody Home | |
| So Sylvia said | |
| Come to bed | |
| It's so good to have you here |