The Ballad of the PG Islanders

by Kit Lennon @2009

Way down in Charlotte Harbor
There’s a group of skippers and crew
Who cherish the pristine waters
Of the Gulf and the Harbor too.
Our best days are out cruising,
With a partner by our side.
We are the PG Islanders
And we fly our burgee with pride!

Oooh, we’re Islanders, PG Islanders,
And we love anything that floats,
More than a hundred beautiful women
And the guys that drive their boats.

Now some of us drive smudge pots;
They’re fast and they make a lot of noise.
The captains, for some reason,
Are proud of their very loud toys.
But you have to pay the piper
For the privilege of traveling fast;
They don’t know a sheet from a halyard,
But they all know the price of gas!

We love our ragtag sailors;
They hang their laundry on the mast.
They believe six miles an hour
Is really going fast.
The power boats are tall and square,
The sailboats low and sleek,

And eventually they’ll get there –
‘Bout the middle of next week!

Oooh, we’re Islanders, PG Islanders,
And we love anything that floats,
More than a hundred beautiful women,
And the guys that drive their boats.

Our Commodore is brilliant,
He wants us all to have fun,
So he sits for hours in meetings,
And he’s not the only one.
We have officers and committees
Who work so we can all play.
We think that they’re doing such a splendid job,
We’ve decided to double their pay!

Some men might think they’re the captains
And the womenfolk are their crew.
They belong down in the galley,
Well, have I got news for you!
Our women are smart and tough and strong,
The best navigators around.
They can steer through a channel at low tide,
And hardly ever run aground!

Oooh, we’re Islanders, PG Islanders,
And we love anything that floats,
More than a hundred beautiful women,
And the guys that drive their boats.

Now you have to learn our language;
We sleep in berths, not beds.
All our food is prepared in galleys
And we disinfect our heads.
And when you tie your docking lines,
That’s a cleat, not a funny black thingy;
And if you’re staring at my rear end –
That’s my aft and my big, round dinghy!

And when we’re not out cruising,
We still have plenty to do.
The Social Committee plans potlucks,
Road Rally and baseball, too.
We gamble on Casino Night;
We see each other more than you’d think.
If we’re on dry land on a Monday night,
We all get together and drink!

Oooh, we’re Islanders, PG Islanders,
And we love anything that floats,
More than a hundred beautiful women,
And the guys that drive their boats.

So if you’re in the Harbor,
And the anchor burgee you spy,
Give a wave, a salute or a high sign,
That’s your neighbor cruising by.
No boaters have more fun than us,
Truer friends could never be found.
We are the PG Islanders,
The best boat club in town!

Oooh, we’re Islanders, PG Islanders,
And we love anything that floats,
More than a hundred beautiful women,
And the guys that drive their boats.

(Optional coda)
More than a hundred beautiful women,
Hot chicks and a lot of old goats!