Otis Breading Hated Dating Sites, Too

Some people don't remember soul singer Otis Breading.

He made a lot of dough off a song he sang on the dock of the bay, which was somewhere in Grimsby, I think.

He died young. He was last seen alive checking out an Internet dating site.

He was found floating in the bay, his distorted lips gasping for air like a drowned duck.

He did leave behind a final version of his "Dock of the Bay" masterpiece.

It was about how each time he'd visit the dating site, there would be one heartbreaking "Babe of the Day" who seemed promising until he read her profile and saw ALL her photos.

SICK ABOUT THE BABE OF THE DAY

Sittin' here I start to wince
All these dating sites are full of bints
Watchin’ their lips go duck
Knowin’ none of ‘em is worth a fuck, yeah

I'm sick about the babe of the day
How her tats won't go away
I’m sick of how the babe of the day’s
Wastin' time

I left my home in Grimsby
Headed for a place in Hull
Hell I've got nothing to live for
‘Cause these dumbass sluts are deadly dull

So, I'm sick about the babe of the day
Watchin' my life roll away
Her mama’s birth and death on her chest
Wastin' tits.

Looks like nothing's gonna change
Every slag's acting so insane
I can't be what these bitches say to be
Their perfection rants are all a game

Photos here don’t raise my bone
And this loneliness won't leave me alone,
Two thousand miles I’d roam
For a chick to make her twat my home,

I'm sick about the babe of the day
Like "Buy my photo" cunts on eBay
Fuckin’ ugly tats on their tits
Wastin' ink.