Oh, give me a boat with a motor,
As opposed to one with a sail.
Let me glide on the sea perpendicularly--
I hate hanging off of a rail.
Let me breathe in the salt scented air--
O.K., so there might be a fume,
But I won't cavort from starboard to port
Being constantly chased by a boom.
Let me pick out a destination
And actually get where I'm going
Any time that I say, to the hour and the day
Whether or not the wind's blowing.