It's amazing how you can f*ck up every stroke
By just taking a catch, you can upset the boat
Try as I may, I could never explain
Why the crew sighs when the coach calls your name
The depth of your spoon lets me know that you're digging
There's a look in your eyes says that you blame the rigging
The speed of your hands means you're late if you make it at all
You row it best when you do nothing at all
All outing long I can hear people cursing aloud
For when you smack the catch, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Grobbler could never define
What's going wrong between your blade and slide
The depth of your spoon lets me know that you're digging
There's a look in your eyes says that you blame the rigging
The speed of you hands means you're late if you make it at all
You row it best when you do nothing at all
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The depth of your spoon lets me know that you're digging
There's a look in your eyes says that you blame the rigging
The speed of you hands means you're late if you make it at all
You row it best when you do nothing at all
