Em C D BmThere's many a mile where through grimace you smile C D GAs the moored boats impose a go slow Em D Bm Don't fear being late, just accept your fate C D EmAnd take note of what wise boaters know G C It's tickover time, tickover time Em D GA time to slow down, don't you know Em G C It's tickover time, tickover time Em D Em It's time to slow down, and let goAt the lock there's delay, so moor up, keep awayAs hire boaters queue to go throughYou may pity their plight, their timetable's tightWhile for you tomorrow will doIn a world that's plain crazy, the future seems hazyAs politicians drown in their liesThose ego-fuelled fools who misguide and misruleDon't share the same values as ILife isn't a race, so chill out, drop your paceTake a break and breathe deep the fresh airBeauty abounds if you just look aroundSo gongoozle, that is, stop and just stareMy boat is my home and wherever I roamSimple pleasures are all that I needSo a word to the wise, don't let blood pressure riseYou'll live longer if you just kill your speed
For too many moored boaters the need to shout 'Slow Down' at passing boats seems a Pavlovian response rather than one based on observation. While shouting back or ignoring these people I always felt that maybe I was in the wrong and could have gone slower. On my current boat there is a setting which I select whenever I'm passing moored boats so I can be sure I am going as slow as possible. This has given me the confidence to feel that I should be immune from criticism and made me a happier person. I can now accept that 'tickover time' is inevitable, stress-free, and that I shouldn't even be thinking of going that tiny fraction faster. The chorus of this song came quickly whilst cruising in the summer of 2017. The verses and tune took a little longer. The recording is just a temporary one until I can produce better.