A verse and chorus to the smooth tones of Otis Redding's 'Sitting on the dock of the bay'.
"I left my home in Marseilles,
I headed for King Edwards Bay,
I had nothing at all to stay for
Then the toon came along my way.
Sitting round about Whitley Beye,
watching the tide roll away, ooh
I'm just sitting on the dock Habib Beye.
It's full time."
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