1/ (man's verse)
I think I quit my job today, I didn't want it anyway,
All I wanted to do was sail across the ocean;
That's not exactly true, for sailing makes me spew,
All that rolling around in perpetual motion;
When anxious and depressed, talk to experts, they know best,
Then rely upon instinct and emotion,
So heave ho, it's a lovely day,
You and me we'll sail away
Across a Calm Blue Ocean.

Ch/
Sailing, sailing, my little fragile boat put out to sea,
Sailing, sailing, a container ship was bearing down on me,
Sailing, sailing, around the buoy and back into the harbour
The wind is gusting 30 knots and it seems we both forgot
The zinc cream and the 35-plus lotion,
So let's moor here for the night, seems the timing isn't right,
To sail upon a Calm Blue Ocean.

2/ (woman's verse)
I left my job three years ago, at the time I didn't know,
All I wanted to do was sail across the ocean (ocean)
That's not exactly right, I like to see the stars at night,
From a cabin in the mountains, that's my notion,
When anxious and depressed, experts rarely know what's best,
My solution's better than any pill or potion,
So heave ho without delay, you and me we'll sail away,
Across a Calm Blue Ocean.

Ch/
Sailing, sailing, my little fragile boat put out to sea,
Sailing, sailing, a container ship was bearing down on me,
Sailing, sailing, around the buoy and back into the harbour
The wind is gusting 30 knots and it seems we both forgot
The zinc cream and the 35-plus lotion,
So let's moor here for the night, seems the timing isn't right,
To sail upon a Calm Blue Ocean.(instrumental…la,la,la,la,la)

3/ (both)
We'll both quit our jobs next year, all that holds us back is fear,
That some day, one day, we'll run out of money (money)
But as Pooh Bear always said, as in the hole he stuck his head,
"Goodness me, here's another pot of honey'';
We've been rich and we've been poor,
But there's many ways to tour,
On our journeys through this voyage of devotion
We'll see this storm out you and me, and then, eventually,
We'll sail away across a Calm Blue Ocean.

Last Chorus/
Sailing, sailing, our boat is drifting gently round the lake,
Sailing, sailing, we go out fishing before anyone's awake,
Sailing, sailing, there's a jetty and a path leads to the cabin
It's too easy to despair, when there's bush smoke in the air
Having left our jobs and prospects of promotion,
But we'll sit outside at night, when the moon is shining bright
And look out upon a Calm Blue Ocean.
Just like the Israelites, guided by the stars at night
Became shepherds in the Land of Goshen,
We'll traverse the Great Canal, and every day from now we shall
Sail away across a Calm Blue Ocean.