Rod Stewart Lied

I'm sailing on a fancy yacht But I don't give a damn Cause I'm so bloody seasick I don't know where I am It began as a 'wee jaunt' That sounded kind of fun To sail about in balmy seas Enjoying wine and sun But it's not what I expected I think Rod Stewart lied I'm not 'sailing to be free' My brain is feeling fried I've been sick on everything Just throw me overboard I can't stand up and can't lie down I'm one exhausted broad A land lubber is what I am Sailing life does not enthrall I like my feet upon the earth I've no sea legs at all