Sail on the horizons, got a landfall rendezvous
The captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight and true
As he trims the sheets, he sings a song he learned on boats and bars
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars
He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes
He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain
But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land
He'll tell some lies, meet some spies and dance barefoot in the sand
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbor on the hook
Callee, callay, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbor having fun
There's a party down at Le Selecte, all music, rum and cheers
Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years
The mast and shroud are filled with lights 'neath the waning of the moon
There's an air of celebration in the realm of King Neptune
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbor on the hook
Callee, callay, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbor having fun
Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
The North Pole is the ocean's remote frozen balcony
The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play
'Cause nothing really matters, after all, it's Christmas day
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbor on the hook
Callee, callay, no work today, he read it in a book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbor having fun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbor having fun
Havin' fun
Havin' fun
Havin' fun
