Forty strokes from the finish
always the last to end
then to my favorite hobby
searching for someone to blame
here in our plastic boats
listening to coaches groan
old blokes in stripey coats
rule the race with megaphones
good or bad, like it or not
that was our only race we lost
i wont let the coach go blaming me
i'll just put the blame on three
Justification, isn't in it
seconds away from beers
knocked out in just a minute
gone forever, no more fears
pinhead coach, power glutton
vacuum inside his head
forefinger pointing at me
is he mad or is he deaf?
break your silence if you would
before your seat is gone for good
i wont let the coach go blaming me
i'll just put the blame on three
