IFN topic: pop song lyric

Blueberry Boat by The Fiery Furnaces.

Pontoon put-put with the tape on 10,
Dixie cup pink-wine in the Labor Day sunshine.
So I’m sliding the Sunfish up through the wakes,
Coming on it too quick, making mistakes.
Quiet climb the chrome ladder in the front,
While they’re all yawning, under the awning.
Astro Turf-green hot to the touch,
Sneak open the cooler, they’ve got too much.

Past Taipei, through the Taiwan Straits,
We sailed on in, me and my mates.
It was my first time, running my own ship,
But my buddies didn’t care they didn’t give me no lip.
So many times we’ve been side by side,
But I never carried a load with so much pride.

You see I’m from Grand Rapids and up my way,
We grow the best blueberries in the U.S. of A.
And when we put into old H.K.,
The little markets’ll have something special next day.

And then at dawn I had a Scotch, and made them switch off the porn,
‘Cause there’s nothing that’s dirty about the ocean in the morn’.

The radar said nothing and nothing crossed my mind,
When they came starboard side, up from behind.

Down below deck sip the south island sec,
Think when last put in port, I was sorting the sort.
And then a girl caught my eye, as she was waving goodbye.
“Tell me my dear”, I said warm and sincere, “who do you know on the ship?” And then she curled up her lip.
"I don’t know no one there yet, but just wait see what you get."

Pop the top and drink your drop we’ll never go home.
Curse and cry and why oh why we’ll never go home.
We’ll never go home. We’ll never go home.

The radar said nothing and nothing crossed my mind,
When they came starboard side, up from behind.