We sail along in our little boat
Us Lungies all together
We face each day the open sea
Our boat we never tether
Some days the sea is awfully rough
During the bad weather
But ask are we down hearted
The cry goes up "Never"
Some often try to rock the boat
But it never lasts for long.
We never throw them overboard
That could be construed as wrong
We'll never reach the promised land
Our lungs are shot for good
But we are all a happy lot
Let that be understood.