I packed my kit last night pre-drinks
zero hour six a.m.
and I'm gonna be dead
as a duck by then
I hate the ergs so much,
I miss my life
it's lonely past the lock
with such a time-less- slide
and I think it's gonna be a long long time
till Colquhouns comes around again to find
I'm not the oarsman that I seem at home
oh no no no
I'm a sculling man
sculling man burning up and down
the reach alone
Cam aint the kind of place
to race your eights
in fact it's cold as hell
and there's no one there to save them
if they sink
and as for tripos;
I don't understand
it's just my job
six days a week
a sculling man-,
a sculling man
and I think it's gonna be a long long time
till Colquhouns comes around again to find
I'm not the oarsman that I seem at home
oh no no no
and I think it's gonna be a long long time
till Colquhouns comes around again to find
I'm not the oarsman that I seem at home
oh no no no
I'm a sculling man
sculling man burning up and down
the reach alone
and I think it's gonna be a long long time
and I think it's gonna be a long long time
and I think it's gonna be a long long time
Ah, no, no, no...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
Long, long time
Long, long time
