There's only one Queen Mary!

She sails on the weekend nights.

Her classic lines, her dark beauty

and her nautical delights

Belie the long hard boyage

She surely must have made

To reach our safe little harbour;

A trip too long delayed.

I wonder at how she navigates

through the wind and the rain and the waves

Steady as she goes, so smoothly

And never misbehaves.

With a five inch heel her only keel

A mini-skirt her sail

A bar stool for an anchor

storms she can prevail.

She's sailed rough seas, but always

Stayed true to her course and strong.

One look at her bow will tell you how

She's lasted all along.

And if one day some irate pirate

Should try to board her, she

Will break his whizzened mizen mast

And send him back out to sea,

For there's no living sailor,

Who has not wished that he

Had the style and grace of Mary

When he was all at sea.

For there's only one Queen Mary,

and she sails on the weekend nights.

With classic lines and darkened beauty

all sailors she delights.