Go on, go on
Let’s row coxless
Come on
The outing’s late as usual
We still remain “the short guy” down
He called at five past eight but,
It’s not two hours to here from town
He cannot steer, the ducks retreat in fear
And I’m thinking that we should try
To lose him (to lose him), excuse him (excuse him)
So go on, go on, come on, let’s row coxless
Let me, steer you, and let’s try to find,
That running feeling (running feeling)
The cox, will not be missed
Go on (go on), go on (go on)
Yeah..
Come on
Yeah..
And if we’re out tomorrow,
And he’s not here by “hands on blades”
I’ll do the steering from two
He can hand out the Lucozade
It’s not extreme
It’s better for the team
And I think that he should give up
Don’t need him (don’t need him), don’t feed him (he’s too fat)
So go on, go on, come on, let’s row coxless
Trust me, try me, you just can’t deny,
That sinking feeling (sinking feeling)
When he hit both bridges..
Go on (go on), go on (go on)
Yeah..
Come on..
[Guitar solo]
He is to blame,
The cox who cannot aim,
And I’m thinking that we should try
To lose him (to lose him), excuse him (excuse him)
So go on, go on, come on, let’s row coxless
Let me, steer you, and let’s try to find,
That running feeling (running feeling)
The cox, will not be missed
Go on, (go on) go on, (go on) come on, let’s row coxless
Go on, (go on) go on, (go on) come on, let’s row coxless
Go on, (go on) go on, (go on) come on, let’s row coxless
Go on.. go on.
