He lived his life
A civil service man
Designing toilets

For the space program
He believed
If we could go to the moon

There's nothing on Earth
A man can't do


So he ordered a ton
Of sand and clay
In his front yard

He built a frame
Most folks said
It'll never float

Still they came to see
Bud's cement boat


A dream is anything
That you want it to be
For some

It's fame and fortune
But for others concrete
Sometimes you just

Gotta follow your heart
No matter where it leads


He gave up fishing
And most of his friends
Worked all night

And every weekend
But he didn't mind
The sacrifice

Cause he'd build a boat
That's one of a kind


Well the neighbors thought
It was a real eyesore
They'd say hey Bud

What are ya
Building that for
And knowing they would

Never understand
He'd just smile
And say because I can


Well he got laid off
In seventy-four

And they don't go
To the moon anymore
But down around

The Alabama coast
She still floats
Bud's Sea-Mint boat