1. Oh you wouldn’t recognize her for the way she used to be.
The paint is peeling off and the engines are at peace.
CHORUS: Old Tub.
2. Her fittings all have rusted and the lights are off for good.
The windows have been broken by the vandals from the shore.
3. The sun has taken its toll on her decks and bulwark now.
The rain has penetrated the cracks in cabin doors.
BRIDGE: She’s lying next to others
Who’ve suffered same as her
But it’s a calm and peaceful cove
In which to rust.
FINAL CHORUS: Old Tub.