Ever since I was a young boy
I've played the Concept II
From Nottingham to CRASH-Bs
I must have pulled a few
But I ain't seen nothing like him
Wherever I have rowed
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure pulls a mean ergo
He rows like a torpedo
Becomes part of the machine
Spins that funky flywheel
Always rowing clean
He rates by intuition
His pace is never slow
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure pulls a mean ergo
He's an ergo wizard
There's got to be a twist
A ergo wizard
He's got such a supple wrist
How do you think he does it?
(I don't know)
What makes him so good?
He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear those claps and yells
Don't see splits a flashin'
Ergs by sense of smell
Always gets a P.B.
Never needs a blow
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure pulls a mean ergo
I thought I was
The Ergo rowing king
But I just handed
My Ergo crown to him
Even in my usual boathouse
He can beat my best
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest
He's got those legs like tree-trunks
Knows just when to go
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure pulls a mean ergo
