Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

In the New York Daily News (scroll to the end of the page), Neil Steinberg pleads with the advertising industry to get rid of the TV spots where wealthy, relaxed yuppies recline on the dock of the bay with a laptop computer:

"I don't want to sit on a dock. Sitting on docks is uncomfortable. There is nothing to lean against, the wood of the dock is hard. It might be okay to dangle your feet in the water for a moment, but that's it. So why does every single blessed advertisement I see, in print and on TV, for everybody from banks to insurance companies, always show a solitary guy or gal sitting on a dock, pecking at his laptop before a placid lake. As if this were our collective dream, to check our E-mail on a dock at Loon Lake."