Wherethe Heck is the Olga Patricia
Thereonce was a ship that was destined to be
A famous,mysterious ship of the sea
It sailedfrom a port in the south US
To takepart in a plan to invade, can you guess?
A stormthe first night sent a sound and a fright
Throughthe hull with a crash and a shudder
When themast it did fall with antennae and all
As theship rocked about on her rudder
So thetrip took a turn as the world would then learn
And madestops for repairs in a hurry
First theAzores and then to Lisbon to mend
As the bosspaid the bills with a worry
Portugal,it was nice and the crew once or twice
Touredthe town and drank down with the best
It tooktwo weeks, or three, to get back out to sea
And headnorth --- was it east, south or west?
The dayfinally came when the wind and the rain
In theNorth Sea were met by those bad boys
Therewere Yanks, and some Blokes, and a Aussie with jokes
Wouldwould soon file the air with their noise
RadioCaroline, and well, yet another – Big ÒLÓ
That werejust off the Felix Stowe sea shore
When theÒBoss JocksÓ arrived with their fast talk and jive
Theywould soon play their music, and Òmuch moreÓ
This shipit was true, with not one sound, but two
But notdestined to be there for too long
For onland was a fight, about whatÕs wrong and whatÕs right
And thelaw would soon silence their sea-song
With theMaritime Act it would simply be fact
That thedays we remember are past us
The Americansound that washeard in London town
Would dieout, though the memory would last us
Here we gatheragain to look back with a grin
To a timethat we faintly remember
A talethat was born with the sound of a horn
On a shipthat is vaguely familiar
So hereÕsto the lady we loved and we knew
Was hername...Bonnie, or Jenny?
Oh yeah,I recall, it was Olga, yaÕll
A friendwho is gone with our memory
For nownowhere we see is our old friend at sea
There arestories we just can not follow
Theyweave plots with no clues, like a clown with no shoes
CIA...LaissezFaire...all sound hollow
Whathappened when the fun, it was all said and done
And theboat and her crew they did sever
Did shesail off in fright to mysterious night
Or sinkto the bottom forever?
There isno end that we know to this story, and so
The truthmay never to told her
How thereal story ends, or if destiny bends
AroundOlga as we all grow older
LetÕscall out the Air Force, the Navy, and then
LetÕscall out the Army militia
WeÕve allgot to know, before we all go
Where theHeck, is the Olga Patricia
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