Port OBrien - Stuck on a Boat lyrics

I'm sick of the weather up here It goes on and on my dear And the fish aren't coming still They wait and wait until We put our anchor down We steal a few hours in town My feet weren't made for the sea They were made for running free Free Free It don't make much sense to me It don't make much sense to me To be stuck on a boat at sea It's harder to have you here In the cannery so near Baking bread and drinking wine All just to pa** the time And I see the ships heading there Where my love lets down her hair But my dad works this all day And so it's here, right here we'll stay Stay Stay Stay Never going to Larsen Bay Never going to Larsen Bay Never going to Larsen Bay