8: Sitting here,
End of the season,
Thinking ‘bout what went wrong
It’s your power
You’re misapplying
When your blades are skying
7: You’d better train up
Or you move from stroke
And we like the look of two
You better lose weight
The first fifty pounds
Are the hardest - that is true
8 & 7: So much left, so much left for you to do
8 & 7: All I want is a pot
(Please just a little pot), o,o, oo, Henley
A pot’s what I want
(Small pot’s are what I want) o, o, oo, Henley
A pot’s not a lot
(Especially a little pot) o, o, ooo
A pot for me,
Or two or three
8: It’s your change
Of direction
It’s your catches that stink,
It’s your countless imperfections
Make me need a drink
7: I’d better shape up
Sharpen up my catch
8: You need to catch
At the same time as the crew
7: You better shape up
Put the pies aside
8:Put the pies aside?
I eat half as much as you
7 & 8: Eating pies
Is the one thing we can do
8 & 7: All I want is a pot
(Please just a little pot), o,o, oo, Henley
A pot’s what I want
(Small pot’s are what I want) o, o, oo, Henley
A pot’s not a lot
(Especially a little pot) o, o, ooo
A pot for me,
Or two or three
