it's a little bit funny, this rushing the slide
sitting at stroke, one can't easily hide
I don't have much power, but, boy if I did
I'd lay down a rhythm on which we could sit
if I was a sculler, but then again no-
or a cox, who takes corners-, even; in the snow-
i know it's not much but it's the best I can do-
my gift is my catch and; this one's for you
and you can tell everybody; this is our catch
it may be too fast but; now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind while I rush down the slide
how wonderful life is while you're sat at stroke
We got in a pair; and pushed off the dock
well a few of the rowers well they've got me quite cross
but the wind's been quite kind as we stop and spin
it's the people like you that keep me training
so excuse me forgetting but these oars are new
you see I've forgotten how to square up, it's true
anyway the thing is what I really mean
your's is the sweetest stroke I've ever seen
