Mer Sea

At boat shows, marinas, and anchorages too,

There’s a thing that they call an Onan,

Which Roy and his first mate will never buy again,

The generator they call an Onan.

 

REFRAIN: Oh, ye’ll anchor there, and I’ll anchor here,

But we’ll get no pow’r from the Onan.

Which Roy and his first mate will never buy again,

The generator they call an Onan.

 

Oh, happy were we when we purchased Mer Sea,

That she had that thing called the Onan.

Like lambs to the slaughter, so innocent were we

‘Bout the generator they call an Onan.

 

REFRAIN

 

The first time we anchored on our big trip north

We of course cranked up the Onan.

Next morning black smoke in the engine room had we,

Thanks to generator they call an Onan.

 

REFRAIN

 

We got her all fixed, or so we had thought,

But, “Not so fast,” said the Onan.

A new problem surfaced our very next night out

With the generator they call an Onan.

 

REFRAIN

 

The third, we hope last, lasted more than a month

While they found the parts for the Onan.

So fin-ally we think we may be on our way,

And we hope we’ve heard the last from the Onan.

 

FINAL REFRAIN: Oh, ye’ll anchor there, and I’ll anchor here,

But we’ll get no pow’r from the Onan.

Which Roy and his first mate will never buy again,

That lousy piece of shit called an Onan!