She's into elite oarsmen
Won’t look at senior three
So I changed my rowing licence
By subtle forgery
She's into open scullers
The steersman in the quad
I think that she is gorgeous
She just thinks that I’m odd
And when she goes out rowing
Your mind wanders off elsewhere
The novice four comes to a stop
As she passes in her pair
She just makes them stop and stare
Come on
Strokeside, bowside look
She's wearing that lycra one-piece
Tear up your black book
She’s wearing that lycra one-piece
Her catches are so sharp
Her blades are painted cerise
No one else could row
Wearing that lycra one-piece (come on)
Wearing that lycra one-piece (come on)
She's wearing that lycra one-piece
Half slides back to the club house,
Fall in and nearly drown
Jump into a cold shower
To take the swelling down
And when she’s on the water
The mens eight is on the bank
They’ve all tried it on with her
But they all just drew a blank
They went home and had a… ..coffee
Come on
Strokeside, bowside look
She's wearing that lycra one-piece
My bottom lip just shook
She’s wearing that lycra one-piece
The whole squad queues to drool
Someone call the police
No one else should try
Wearing that lycra one-piece (come on)
Wearing that lycra one-piece (come on)
Wearing that lycra one-piece
We can’t talk in the showers
Her next outing’s what we crave
With faces pressed against the glass
We’ll be bound to misbehave
We’ll be window licking slaves
Come on
Strokeside, bowside look
She's wearing that lycra one-piece
By hook or by crook
We’re watching her in that one-piece
If hormones were a crime
We’d all be pending release
Etched on my tombstone
”She’s wearing that lycra one-piece”
Come on
Strokeside, bowside look
She's wearing that lycra one-piece
My bottom lip just shook
She’s wearing that lycra one-piece
Her catches are so sharp
Her blades are painted cerise
No one else could row
Wearing that lycra one-piece
Wearing that lycra one-piece
She’s wearing that lycra one-piece
