(Bay sounds, soul vocals)

Sitting in the morning sun,
I'll be sitting when the [bad word] 
Watching the ships roll in
[An'] then I watch 'em roll away again, yeh-eh.

I'm sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away, ooh,
I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time...

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothing's [bad word] my way,

So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away, ooh,
I'm sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time...

Look like nothing's gonna change,
Everything still remains the same.
I can't do what ten people tell me to do -
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes.

Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone,
Listen, two thousand miles I roamed 
Just to make this dock my home 

Now when I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away, ooh-u,
I'm sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time...

(Bay sounds, whistling) 

(Fade out)