Day 8: My Anchor's Stuck Inside the Sand Lyrics

My anchor's stuck inside the sand

I cannot get it out

I cannot sail to sell my goods

To feed my bosom band

My anchor's stuck inside the sand

I cannot get away

My plans to find a foreign land

Were frivolous and fey

The sun beats down onto my boat

The winds are keeping pace

The elements crowd 'round to gloat

They laugh right in my face

I bring the rum right to my lips

I suck its sweetness down

I jot down jokes, I craft cute quips

To tell when I am found

My anchor's stuck inside the sand

Where you had put your head

I leant to give a helping hand

You pulled me down instead